Waiting for a response
Stumbling upon it for months
Fiddling with decaying words
Unlocking birdcages,
Letting go of birds
Will I ever be let go
By troublesome guilt,
Fluttering and squealing with joy?
Waiting for an entrance
I try to break through it for years
But I'm shattered by denied words
I'm trying to find a path to go through
But...I'm trapped by the thought of you
It's my day off
And I need to rest
So for the work week
I'll be at my best.
There's chores to do,
Well of course there are.
If I don't start soon
I won't get far.
Laundry and dishes
And wash the floors,
Clean the bathroom,
The most hated of chores.
Clean the birdcages.
They're messy but sweet
And no one would call
My desktop neat.
The dust on the bookcases
Is about an inch thick
So a dust cloth or garden hose,
Just take your pick.
The plants are drooping,
They're thirsty as well.
All week I've let
This place go to hell.
No time for T.V.
No time to write.
If I don't start now
I'll be cleaning all night.
It's my day off.
Off from what ? I say.
I work hard at my job
But I'll work harder today.