Remnants of the hordes of creepy gigolos
Embedded in the facets of her hideous clammy futon
The groggiest abstraction, surrendered to the sunlight
Still insoluble in spite of time of day

What an "gigolos" "insoluble" "abtstraction" that must have been!! Try salt!

K.Q.

I know that salt will get the slugs, but maybe not the trail they leave behind

Yuk!...the insoluble remnants left behind in the futon by the hordes of creepy gigolos, that is...not the poem. Time to refurnish, I'd say.

"Even sleepers are workers and collaborators in what goes on in the Universe."

Heraclitus

Very effective rendering of image words. It does something for me, but I don't think I'll tell the images it dredges up.
I especially like that I like it and I don't like it. Don't get that feeling often enough. Thanks for the offering.
Steve

“Men are disturbed not by things, but by the views which they take of them”
Epictetus

I always had a suspicion that we would get along.

We actually do get along pretty well, probably because I don't have a seething hatred of you...it's more of a chronic loathing, but you're such a good sport about it !

I find the worst enemies tend to make the best friends.

Especially in light of the fact that we've both deliberately and intentionally insulted each other over the years, yet continue to maintain an amiable relationship