5.4.12

hail, Donna, pooh sticks, and protective eyewear



The hail came and i felt the need to pee outside.
On our sheet metal roof, the sound
french-pressed me into the floor.
the roof was tamped into my skull
and all i could do was hum that aria
from Rigoletto


it isn't the same without the
carousel orchestra in the back,
so i put it on the speakers.
wore Protective eye-ware,
and tried to catch the hail in my hand.
but only after i peed in a growing puddle.

then a frenchman ordered 100 tops and 27 stands.
and now is the winter of my discontent
Made glorious summer by my lack of free-time.

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