Adjusting my conductor seat
I’ve been listening to music from the Baroque period
Bach pedantically proving himself as a pedagogue
I’ve been finding dimes on the ground lately
Everywhere I walk, if for some reason I’m without
a dime, it shines on some inconspicuous floor
I don’t know what to make of it
The only thought that comes to mind
is my payment for the ferryman Charon
Today I found such a dime
A normal day until I came home
after a walk to the grocery store where I was accused— nonchalantly,
of trying to steal some produce because I was trying to save on plastic
Arriving at home I decided to get the ball rolling and begin to cook,
I placed a beer on the counter, it then proceeded to
shatter all over the floor in a hundred particles
After an hour of cleaning it up and finishing a meal,
things resumed back to normal:
watching net flicks of Breaking Bad
Then the sultry came about
Protection was drawn into aroused suspicion
After all was finished, I decided to have a taste of Russian delight
Two ice cubes in and I spill it over the counter
I curse and complain what the hell is going on
So I make another
There upon putting the mixer back in the fridge
I hear it fall
Causing a domino effect onto a drink yet consumed
Stroke
The coast was clear, I stepped outside to catch my breathe
I noticed something in the snow; it was the first time this winter
I could sit on the step without freezing
The object in the snow is still unknown
I’m afraid of what it might be
but from the looks of it, it looks like a cat collar
I would hate to dig beneath the snow next to it:
A cat— frozen in motion?
So I flipped my dime towards it and went inside.
