thejamesmachine

I need to replace the rotting boards
on the front porch,
but I probably won’t.
I should fix the sagging siding
as well,
but why bother?
Most of these walls need a coat
of new paint,
but it’s never going to happen.

Not to mention under the house,
pipes and insulation,
that’s way out of my league.

I can take for granted that
this place will stay crappy
and continue to decline
without any help from me.
There’s a comfort in that,
oddly enough.

Everything ages, falls apart
in time.
Speaking of which,
my birthday
is coming up
again.

The fare of a white people
burrito shop
sits in my gut like a stone.

It’s a funny thing about white people
burrito shops,
their burritos are shaped like stones.

This place was good, not an exception
to the stone rule,
but there were honest-to-goodness
mexicans
working there.
You know…
For credibility.

“Mama Cita’s”, that’s spanish
for “pretty good”, I think.