Day 26 - Another Person's Boudoir

First thing I notice is the used condom,
slug-tailed over the chilly rim
of a champagne bucket.
This is pretty classy.
The curtain-rail has sunk in the centre.
It is a wall-mounted longbow.
The occupant is out. He is out most nights.
Under the bed
all I find is a book on Bosch.
Cables are whirlpools, or whirlpool fingerprints
if I am standing in the close-up of a person's hand.
Or they are lines on an Ordnance Survey map
of a man's life. Either way,
they all seem to end up
at an electric shaver the size of a pig's heart.

I get down on my hands and knees
but I cannot find my capo anywhere.