Waked, stumbling to step on stone feet -lame setting down my somewhat rotund frame with a madcap mind-state -unready Espresso frothing- wells up steady Yet, my office is crypt-like, dour --so ... switching on the room light, then oh no *Flash-pop* --then it's dark again, ack &$%# Run to the shed, forage, jogging back a new bulb, screw out the flop, creaking fingers fumble, turn -scraping, screeching perched precarious - will I bungle? a Dumpty, trying out his tumble? swaying, squinting, I can't thread it in - starting over, again, then again ... spin like Mister Magoo on a binge but then! — a lovely brightness floods in ~ through the yellowed blinds and musty drapes King Sol entered with his sunny gapes began the race, but winged clouds outpace again, icy bars jailing sun's face fixed the light, but my bubble is popped because, oh rats --now called into work, and therefore the locomotive stopped -- for shackled to the world, work-a-day trading hours, with countless bills to pay © Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) Limericist 2007/2021
To Change a Light Bulb
04
Apr