Screwed

August, season of invisible storms

and sticky stinky sludge

the crows are laughing again because

my drain pipe is blocked

and I can’t get a plumber to service me.

They’re afraid I’ll steal something if

I touch their tool. Maybe it’s the extra

tissue in my chest and drawers that

occasionally spills content unashamed

but refuses to be a trash can except

during the rare times my batteries are low

and I think I’ve found the right fit for my

socket. But then, afterwards, he needs an

upgrade. Tells me I’m obsolete because

I don’t come with remote control. Terrified

of my power button, he leaves shouting

“stop this crazy thing!

Annette Sugden ver. 2 Sept/2006

All web site content copyright 2004, 2005,2006 Annette Sugden

All rights reserved. No Image or content to be used without express permission from Annette Sugden