Today
I failed
at life.
I wanted to succeed.
I wanted to impress.
I wanted to play my fiddle
in the noon day sun.
But I'm too slow
to anal retentive
to worried about
disappointing
you.
So I didn't get all of the DVDs out
and the CDs weren't organized
and you both
you lovable two
so hard at the twenty ton
I've an ant's back
and you can count on
the cleverness of me
were left
patting a
grasshopper
sweaty palms
and drippy brows
splashing along
in quiet
harmony.
All the while your eyes
said
what your kind lips
wouldn't.
Today
I failed
at life.
Maybe
somehow
someway
someday
I won't fail as much
tomorrow.
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