dive

will the clouds darken the sky?
no one can ever tell.
i'm up from the floor on which i lie
seconds before the bell.
i draw a bath and then the blind,
but which will make me warm?
whether or not the sun doth shine,
a bone-deep chill doth swarm.
we drink our coffee and crack out necks.
on friday we all collect our checks.
it's been a while since i've had sex,
but my boots are pretty well worn.
the dishes haven't been washed in months.
i've seen the bottom of the trash can once.
if the landlord knew that we pulled these stunts
he would surely render a fine.
the faucets and door knobs are coated by rust.
the carpet is buried beneath an inch dust.
in the bathroom lurks a yellowish crust,
but our cigarettes hide the smell.
all of the light bulbs are dim or burnt out.
through the cupboards the mice have formed a rout.
if there isn't an end to this female drought
in my beer i may have to cry.