If I had a storm like nature
clouds in my soul
my soul like a street in the city
cars double parked
firetrucks racing to get somewhere
where something probably not so good
is happening
a bloodied drunk on the sidewalk
a greasy kitchen fire
a three car pile up
all in my soul

but if not then maybe
a beach somewhere
where you can forget
what you can't forget

That your soul is painted again
this time dark green
to get rid of the chipped and dirty
off white with a spaghetti sauce stain

and the mornings
are still awake
listening to the sound of
the kettle scraping on
the stove
the click of the gas
and

Ka BOOM the whole house goes up!
no just a little flame and we wait
for the coffee

putting on pants and socks
shoes need a shine
calling LeHavre
Aki Kaurismaki
and ironing a shirt
wondering about what we can
eat
cause the health is in danger
feeding the disease
better to exercise then smoke!
and don't eat pigs ass sausage
like the French