The grandfather clock coughs
and then they are all at it,
armchairs belch their stuffing,
tables drop all their leaves, cushions deflate.
.
The radiator complains of a temperature;
the bed winces when I lie on it, so
I perch near the moaning fish tank
watching eczema paint peel from sore throat walls.
.
Later, I grab my guitar, but it winges and slides
out of tune with the day,
offending the aching ears of the television
which begs me to turn the sound down
real low.
I loved this from start to finish. the feel of the day is palpable.
cough cough splutter!
I love the line ” watching eczema paint peel from sore throat walls”
anyone got a hanky?
Tough day? Very descriptive – really like it.
Eeyore would be proud of me!
my pet pooch acted like that when i practiced vocals.
hope tomorrow will compensate for today!
🙂
Made me feel cold just reading it. I really like this a lot