A Simple Repair
Hesitant but
carrying out a necessary confrontation
on the roof of the house
in a nice suburb
a skinny lady in black pants
asks the workman
when the job will be finished
He gives her a blank look
calculating some increased hourly charges
to recompense him for this aggravation
while the skinny lady’s ancient mom
stares stony-faced out the window
and she thinks:
Ruthie is never firm enough
if only I could still climb a ladder
I’d get a grip on that man’s collar
you bet that roof repair
would be done tomorrow
superior quality of work
at a discount price. Yes it would.
In the living room Sneekle
a mammal of unknown style
consenting to live in this house
classified as a pet by the other inhabitants
though in reality nothing of the kind
stares with longing
at the non-gregarious houseplant
with whom
he would like to
strike up an acquaintance and
if things don’t work out
eat it.
There you have it
at
one minute after ten o’clock
on a weekday morning
Look at those rain clouds roll in.
2/21/19
I like the atmosphere of simmering resentment and conflicting personalities in this poem and the feeling they might just crackle into hostility just as that storm rolls in.
Parallel lives suddenly taking a turn that brings them into a collision course…I believe there will be a storm all right!
Quite a collection of characters all feeling quite familiar!
All I can say is, sometimes I think it is one wacky world we live in, and then I go and write about it and create a new wacky world, oh dear, where is all of this going?
Your wacky world adds a bit of spice… highlights humour and irony.