there's a cold house with colder love,
there's a leaky faucet dripping away the years,
there's clean clothes stepped on with dirty feet,
there's purple flowers in a blue coffee can,
there's the little brown bird landing on a red spaceship,
there's the squirrels looking for decent pecans,
there's the ivy crawling down the shed,
there's the neighbor hammering my mind,
there's the clown music with no clowns,
there's the satin sheet used as a dust cover,
there's another Chinese restaurant, then another,
there's the leaves, heavy and green, waving at me,
there's the wall of empty detergent boxes,
there's the empty bottle going to heaven,
there's the radio giving a personal opinion,
there's the burning belly and
blank paper and a tired heart and
no right words for
any of it.