The disarray is everywhere

there’s not a clean spot left

somehow someone has lost their sock

and there’s a plate under the bed.

A bra is hanging brazenly

upon the headboard post

there’s a car parked in the driveway

that I’ve never seen before

and a woman laying naked there

upon the kitchen floor.

I found her husband in the yard

his trousers around his knees

a little too much Christmas cheer

oh, man more than he needs.

And as I wander through the house

my mind encased in fog

I stop to take a drink

the wine in the bottom of the glass

is sour and seems to stink.

I stumble over a black lump

and get barked at by the dog.

A dog?  I think in my fogged brain

where did it come from.

And then the light begins to glow

this isn’t my house at all.