i've been cussing up a storm at the walls of mess i've got stuck into cleaning and priming and painting, wood panel man, may you go out of business...my toes are covered in egg shell white, my glasses in endless universal white specks...
nevermore, nevermore, like a big black crow i croon, this is a landlord's job, this is the devil's kick franny in the ass joke. i've been talking to God and all he can do is sit there blowing incense smoke rings, telling me to hurry up, vacation is almost over. i'm feeling way underpaid, and much put upon and it's my own damned fault...
buzz goes the buzzer, dammit God, i'm doing my best. i've given up smoking poison and making love to the big blue shell. i'm careful to rinse the brushes, and wipe down the metal rolling pin...i'm careful to time it perfect, so cat tails won't get stuck to the walls... i've pasted on a smile today, said hello to the buzzer ringing man. but some days i feel like crying, like sitting alone in the dark, praying for my time to come up...i know i've got a good soul, despite all the wrong turns and bumps...but even the shining beams aren't enough to lift me up, grab at the seriousness of these lips and give them a blush and curl...
i'm grateful for the sunshine and soothing cool night breeze, i'm grateful for the flaming pie, paul's sweet mandolin... upright oboe, tracing the way to joy, for paint that dries fast, for the warmth of cat paws...