Scrambled Keys
Buzzsaw off the sleeves, this ring of scrambled keys will start chafing thy. Some of the keys have buck teeth, others are filed down like Freddie Blassie’s teeth. It takes a while to find the key you want to use. These have got to be Saturn’s ring of keys, only the god of time could get past theses. In abundance they are, close to pushing each other off the loop and on to the ground. Pushing each other out the line and to the floor for a cup of soup, better last thy until we get under the bridge. I should have just chucked these in the river long ago and changed the locks when I got back, these keys might end up being the downfall of me. Back turned from the elements of the outside that resides behind the shades or shadows while I figure out the combination to this ring of keys, attacked me when I were to go round the ring like a slot machine. Scrambled keys keeps me on my feet, scrambling like Fran Tarkenton the scrambler but some days I need to face this situational place sunny side up. I attempt to tune you up and go for the pin but the knife kicked out at two then it pinned me. I needed a new pair of pedals, head down to the tables and hope for the chicken dinner. I lost a couple of cells when my tie got caught in the slot machine, it pulled me in like a hitch. The native american who stood over me, gave me back my life savings. Scared money don’t make money but I was so scared that they gave me back my money. Can’t remember what all these keys goes to since then. Maybe the life savings that the native american spared me is in a treasure box, hidden some where. I’m not even a janitor, I fix pianos for a living. Most of these are unmarked M&M keys. These were handed down to me, with the house. I reckon that the person prior had some burdening stresses; a block of resin for a bed. There is a peppermill on the counter, it has a hand crank on it with exposed gears. The previous owner of the house says that it is made from the tree that used to be in the yard. The stump still resides off to the side, in the hopes where I don’t see it. When I do see it every other week, I take a sledgehammer to it and hit it in the form of a chair. You can’t be living on the yard for free, the racoon keeps the fallen trash clean. The stray cats bring a form of entertainment when I step out, the talking birds cover up the sounds of nothingness. Nature’s own soundboard, even the lizard shakes the loose chain link like it were him on the strings. fence The steel beams halt the stresses of the foundation of the shelter. I’d be worried if they weren’t there, brace for a timber of a catalog of dry walls while at work and not present. Enter in customer’s homes and stare at the picture frames until they say hey or hello, never lock the doors behind you. You let them do it for you, the wrong impression puts a damper on things. I am already sleeveless with a ring of keys, I should have been a road warrior but the master wouldn’t let me during the apprenticeship. Trip over a hunched carpet and fall through the glass coffee table. In a dying industry in this economy, you play it off with a cough and resume the appointment. The sternum turned the rib into an agrafe, going back to the car to get tools with this laugh that has more emotion than a sigh of relief and a gasp.