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i awoke at one today to a phone call
a friend asked me to help him with some roofing
despite my fear of heights, an hour later i was there
downtown. on a small pitched roof, pretending i was a sailor.
the height wasn't too bad, and the work went fast
we sang whaling songs as we spread tar
and talked about how he would spend our pay
once we reached land
when the wind picked up, i imagined the ship's bow was dipping
and that i could easily just slip overboard unnoticed
into the surf in the middle of the night
just a few days travel from our home port
as long as the wind stayed with us
soon it was all done, before the sun had even set
which would have made the tar nigh impossible to spread
we climbed down the ladder, into the well appointed kitchen
in the penthouse aparment just above which we had been working
washed the tar off our hands with acetone
debating it's merits as a cleaner against those of gasoline
and with our tar covered shoes in our hands
(careful not to let our filthy pants touch walls or furniture)
it was back to land, back to our sunday afternoon
and the reality that it is far too warm
for the middle of winter
a friend asked me to help him with some roofing
despite my fear of heights, an hour later i was there
downtown. on a small pitched roof, pretending i was a sailor.
the height wasn't too bad, and the work went fast
we sang whaling songs as we spread tar
and talked about how he would spend our pay
once we reached land
when the wind picked up, i imagined the ship's bow was dipping
and that i could easily just slip overboard unnoticed
into the surf in the middle of the night
just a few days travel from our home port
as long as the wind stayed with us
soon it was all done, before the sun had even set
which would have made the tar nigh impossible to spread
we climbed down the ladder, into the well appointed kitchen
in the penthouse aparment just above which we had been working
washed the tar off our hands with acetone
debating it's merits as a cleaner against those of gasoline
and with our tar covered shoes in our hands
(careful not to let our filthy pants touch walls or furniture)
it was back to land, back to our sunday afternoon
and the reality that it is far too warm
for the middle of winter