Ever think your life could be a movie? In MY movie, I'd have to let Calgon take me away...
The bug-gut green that I am spreading along the vanilla trim will
Eventually turn to "Bay Leaf Brown" -- so says Sherwin - Williams.
Each stroke of the plastic bristled brush tries
In vain to hide the house's splintered past.
The ladder trembles under my paint-splattered Rockfords. My eyes
Squint in the afternoon sun, while dribbles of bayleaf bug-gut
Trickle from my novice fingers to my bony elbow.
A spaghetti western flute invades my ears.
The beating sun nearing the horizon
Chisels a ghost rider drawing closer.
Clint Eastwood, riding?
I wipe my sweating brow leaving a bug-gut trail across
My nose as I peer at the approaching figure.
The half-painted house wails
This Calgon cowboy comes
traveling, riding, approaching
Under the ladder as a slipping shoe betrays
My balance and I fall into his embrace.
I've come to take you away. Grasping his muscled torso,
I nestle into his arms as we ride off into the sunset.
Bug Gut Green dries to its promised Bay Leaf Brown