" Nothing Much "

Nothing much,
Closed guitar case in the corner,
Not a move, not a sound.
Teddy bears sitting on the couch
Fight against dust and the cars outside,
Roaring, squeaking, zooming in and out…
I smell something rotten,
So I keep cleaning,
Constantly fixing,
Changing the furniture.
Handy-man-woman.
Nothing much,
Someone playing a guitar far away,
All night, all day…
They come and they go,
Light a cigarette, tea, coffee, and raw sugar.
Sweets, chocolate and pasta with no sauce.
TV on mute, computer on,
On the phone: feeding tube.
Cat walking, climbing, purring.
Cables and trash bags.
Nothing much,
Just my body resting,
Exhausted from being in the middle
Questioning why…
I come and a I go,
Moving in and moving out:
Modern-days-gypsy .
Packing backpack,
Up and down Fairfax.
On my way home, on my way work
On my way NO-where
Nothing much,
Nothing at all…

< | >
.......................................................................................................................................................