Woke to the sound of horses
They live on the second floor,
The neighbors across the way are putting in a railroad
Through all this
The dripping of the coffee and the electric toothbrush
The TV chattered<
I wanted to take aim
See if I could hit my target
Blind shots into the floorboards
But I don’t eat horsemeat
So I sipped some coffee
Mint
Brushed again
I am going diesel powered this year
Maybe do a little fracturing in the backyard
Starting a garage band
And answering every question with a BWAHHHHH!
It’s a new year
bust out the pots, pans and Mallets.
Make it coal
Smokey black coal cigarettes
Some dope from the dopes
And a yapping Pomeranian with a megaphone
I want to startle the snow into ice
And shatter all dreams of peace
Cause logic says
Politics are decided down the barrel of a gun
BWAHHHHH
The milk is curdled
Looks like sourdough coffee by the side of the railroad tracks.
I think you really enjoy your neighborhood! My kids have been the horses on the second floor and we call the sourdough coffee “sheepherder coffee”. Happy New Year to you!
JudyAnn,
I really do enjoy the neighborhood….really. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Happy New Year to you and yours as well.
Tom
Pity you don’t eat horse-meat 🙂
Abraham,
LOL…One never knows what could happen in the future.
Tom
I really enjoy this ramble – the metaphors are thick and rich – found myself clattering like sparks off of them into entirely fresh realms. Great rhythms and percuss. Looking forward to spending more time delving your trove
Thanks man…I go for the hammer and pound away. It is all I can do, if music comes from it, I do my best to listen.