Poem Number 602

The door ajar
Old red car
Shaded by tree
Home for bee
Left it there
Needed air
Wander again
Cut my chin
Dark clouds come
Thundering drum
Raining a pour
Two then four
Cut through glen
Home again
Shaving my head
Cut myself red
Damn stove boiling
Razor still toiling
Water running
Neighbor gunning
Still it's raining
Head migraining
Cheese steaks
For dinners sake's
Same old eats
menu repeats
Throw it away
Eat the ash tray
Anger mounting
Syllable counting
Face turning red
Soon to be dead
Hearts gonna burst
Couldn't be worst
Ceiling caves in
Stuck like a pin
Starting to cough
Circulation cut off
Stove catches fire
And my attire
Voice lost Screaming
Red stuff streaming
Piddle-pants peeing
stink and stinking
Tomorrow the same feats
Menu repeats
Menu repeats
Guess I could be
Turning off the TV