Posted: Sep 5, 08 10:41pm
A hard wall. a hard ball sits in the yard. yard work is never done; the grass grows with complete resolve to mock me, reach full potential with the eventual result forcing me out there to get it cut. it won't take long, though; small yard -- motor whines, gnats swarm, when the unseen hard ball hits the blades, hits the wall, ricochets near my face; damn, i forgot to make my bed again. this new discovery, this lonely life consumes my all, but appearances must always be kept, cut, critics two-faced, old excuses replaced, though secret pain remains unkempt; must put up a hard wall against all the whispered suspicions, must play hardball with myself again; maybe it was just the wind blowing in the trees; how free the wind is, how free it must be to blow free across the wheels of my mower -- no time for slake; appearances are at stake. must clean the grill. must wash a steak. a man's gotta eat, after all. damn, i forgot to clean the backsplash wall again; those nasty meat-stained tiles mock me, and two shaky hands make for harder work, work that's never done anymore; no longer fun since she walked out the door.
Tiled Intentions
