The day is mine now.
The day is mine now.
I enjoyed my drum practice...I will go back for seconds later.
The water from the tap is cloudy
It clears after
It has stood for a while
A dusty white powder
Coming out of solution
Why would I drink it
Who knows what has made it so
He blamed it on the fire department
Switching the mains supply
To put out a fire the other day
I saw the house
It was gutted and only just refurbished
People think such things
Are bound to be insurance scams
But the builders were still there
It was probably their mistake
It usually is
It would be covered anyway
Through the construction company
Poor kids
Nine of them they say
Who has nine kids these days?
I hope they were happy
Because life is going to be pretty
Tough on them now
I wonder if they will get it rebuilt
Spend another six months
In a rental
How would they feel moving back in
Could the place ever feel like home again
It is the little things we lose
That really seem to matter
The photographs and mementoes
Of good lives lived
A bridal gown...christening robes
Family heirlooms
The irreplaceable
Covered in soot and grime
The run off drained away
Funnelled down to the sea
Birth certificates turned to mush
A prom night corsage
Floating on the water
Like a wreath
After a sailor’s funeral
I wonder how their bodies
Never get washed up
On some distant shore
Like the opening scene of a crime show
The sea lapping at their wrinkled heels
The surf all soft and fluffy
Just like the water from my tap
Thank goodness for the purifier
On the fridge
Where would we be without it
Spending a fortune on bottled water
From the supermarket
Paying through the nose
For another pint
Of somebody else's run-off
Whilst the parents of the homeless kids
Sift through the debris
For a soft toy that isn’t
Too badly water damaged
To help the little one sleep
As the neighbours gather round
Whispering a silent prayer
Of thanks
It hadn't happened to them.