Hope is a Thing With Zeroes

Trying to breathe through brick–
while another is laid on top;
groceries
new snow boots
field trips
bad brakes
thirsty gas tanks
And oh good lordy, that tire is bald!

High stepping through late notices–
to avoid quicksand and a flat line telephone.
Wondering–
what are the odds–
could someone please tell me the odds–
that last electric bill was a typo?

Waking daily–
to that cymbal playing monkey
beating a rhythm in my head.
Husband left lonely–
while my best friend, Tylenol, gets
the only tongue action in D town.

That bitch Calgon let me down.
And aroma therapy might work–
if it came with valium and my W-2.
How do I spell relief?
T-A-X R-E-T-U-R-N!

Need to get to H&R,
so I can finally get some R&R–
at least for a minute.
I'm not greedy, I'll take a minute or five.
But better come quick–
getting harder to inhale
and Baby–
blue just ain't my color!