This anxiety is like a cheap wine

It's not crippling fear panic induced yet
Or is it?

The washing lays piled up
collecting slug trails and heaven knows
What?

Sunday morning coming down
Found?a clean dirty shirt

This is not a happy place yet there is a friendly familiarity here
Amongst all the emptiness (use your imagination im no going to devote more than a cursory verse)
A half drunk bottle of cider would have made for nouvelle cuisine
Save that it was used the nights prior as an ashtray

What permeates sure isn't death but it sure ain't smelling of pine o clean
Someone needs to drawback the curtains open the windows a crack