?...Further on my closeted skeletons...?

Banging & crashing,
Clattering & clanging,
Irrupting & clashing,
Dem bones are disintegrating,
Maybe to make room for more,
Or hopefully disappearing altogether…

Dem bones be scattering,
I be of them aerosolizing,
Trying to clean out dem closets,
Of the filth that has of them & me, choked…

There is in there a tumultuous pile,
So much to clean, so little time,
God, this closet must go back a mile,
But with every bone destroyed I get one smile,
But years it might take to spifflicate this hateful heap,
As it has taken my life to accumulate them all, & none were ever cheap…
© -me- 4/5/15