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Click hereI get down on my hands and knees
like a whore on Sunset
after the price has been agreed on.
I put my brush down and try to scrub
the yellow of an old man’s teeth off the porcelain.
It’s a debt that isn’t easy to pay and I curse
myself for not doing this last week.
Non-slip shower flowers are always in bloom,
must be the all the rain they get.
The only pollen they produce is
a bunch of tiny black bits of leftover
soap and grime and skin and God only knows what else.
Despite the constant motion the brush looks
about as bored as I am.
It decides to take a break by kicking a piece
of foam up into my eye.
A string of profanities leave my mouth as
I stumble to my feet and towards the sink.
A quick look in the mirror and I see Popeye
looking back. I splash some water into my face.
Despite the pain, I get back down on my hands and knees
again, like the whore on Sunset, I finish the job.
I rinse out the tub with the shower. It looks
a little better. The wife comes in and looks up
and down like a mortician examining a corpse.
“You missed a spot”
She walks out the door.
each time i clean the tub. Thanks for a great memory...will make the job a little less tedious.
I've been the same whore on far too many Saturday mornings! Just wondering what it would be like to be a bit more aggressive with Popeye... (such a wonderful image)... with something like "I kicked some water in his face".
Thanks for the chuckles!
this was interesting reading / and quite enjoyable / i think you have an extra word in 'must be the all the rain they get' /
Very descriptive with imaginative simile, like this:
I put my brush down and try to scrub
the yellow of an old man?s teeth off the porcelain.
Great job
I laughed out loud and loved the description of the whore too.
Excellent piece.
Shows how the everyday is a poem waiting to be born
Thank you