LIFE
Christopher Fog
Peace, when the air is cool
sleeping is full of pitter-patter
soft
little raindrops, easing you into the
sublime
but then the fucking phone
rings, and it doesn’t stop
Until it does, and your eyes flutter
in a deep world, gentle whispers of
waves, splashing softly against the shore
But then your four year old comes
crashing into your room, crying, with
shit all over the carpet
Easy, he leaves, and you turn over
to your lover, and kiss her
smooth
and you glide into the rhythm of
passion
Then that asshole neighbor
starts up the lawn mover at 6:00am, and
mows, and
mows
But the smell of freshly cut grass is nice
and when the sun slants into the room
warming your face with sleepy rays, you
glide
Until that piece of shit fire alarm
goes off because your teenage daughter burnt her toast
and the wailing gives you a bastard headache
Slipping quietly away
into a slumber, at last
birds chirping outside
Then one hits your window, and
he lies there, flapping
dying
and you have to go outside in your towel
and break its neck
Finally you scream
FUCK
