Pleasures of the Day

I pulled my lower left abdomen last night
carrying a cinderblock home from a house down the alley.
It pains me today and has ruined my day off planned with activity.
My back screen door has fallen victim to the wind and become completely unhinged.

I feed the birds despite the bird flu and they sing and dance round me
to celebrate this anti pc deferential view as if they knew.

The 500 pound antique concrete double wash sink in my basement
drains so slowly that it fills to the brim when washers used.
It's potential for disaster and my dedication to inaction are product
ripe for the perfect storm.
Or perhaps just a mess, panic and another poem.