Good Morning!

Dawn's not even come yet, and the day
Has wholly gone to hell. I am the
Captain of a fleet of feces floating
On the floor above my basement's
Sewer drain. The septic tank's
Gone bad, it seems. A couple
Thousand bucks should fix it.
Fifteen hundred more will keep
The IRS from nagging me, and
Then there's my defective heart.
Which kept my wife and me both
Up all night because I couldn't
Breathe. My plumber cardiologist
Is out of tricks. My last hope will be
An electrician. He'll be fitting me
With a device to get my heart to
Beat when it's resolved to stop,
And, afterwards, I'll be just fine,
I guess, unless I lose my footing,
Ending up submerged down here
Beneath the sea of feces, with its
Fetid water shorting out the package
By my heart.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-20 at 13:16

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