December 2, 2007

Room to room like a fairy of shit

Plugging holes with pipes and fittings

I flit from orifice to orifice

Blessing the places of clean water

And breathing through the mouth for others

Screwing in walls of plastic shower-y

Putting the spigots to efficient use

Pause, a fixture break

To the flooring and the padding

From the fire with the debris

It is a quiet and cold lonely December

And Lord, I am tired

Dancing and waving my arms to classical music

From the cabinets to the crawlspace

Finding a bucket filled with feces and urine

In the back of a hill on the way to the train tracks

Adjacent to the property

We throw our empties into the fire

Which burns things that cause cancer

We really shouldn’t burn them but

Look! Over there!

It’s snowing.