The Craftsman Wet/Dry vacuum
inhaled a yard of dirt and grass
from the garage floor on a sucking rampage
leering at the treadmill and weight equipment
freshly wiped down with ammonia
baying at the bottom
of two mirrors sprayed with Windex
dried to a streak free shine.
It howled inside the gold Hyundai
leaking soapy residue on the chipped cement floor
then pulled me to the Studio
where it jumped at the dusty cobwebs
spiders and centipedes
dead and alone.
Napping
this afternoon
now that it
has had
its fill.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Featured Post
Another Day On The Roof
Another Day on the Roof The cock crows as the blinking moon slips into a dark corner. She crawls out of bed and pulls on her faded jeans...
-
It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...
-
Dancing To My Own Tune xxxxx Ear buds inserted xxxxx Pushing lawnmower xxxxx over green carpeted hill. Planting My Garde n xxxx ...
-
Dreaming about the day when I am a superstar can only take me so far and then what? Will I magically transform into a superhuman being sa...
No comments:
Post a Comment