The end of my tether

Its an expression I use when I want to scream
at everyone in the room piss off leave me be
Its only myself that I am screaming at really
It only means I have not not taken time to
be in my own state of grace. I take a walk
in the bright brisk fresh air of the early morn

Its the messy disorder of rooms the feng shui
is all wrong I need a sledge hammer to take
out halls and lift floors and put in doorways
maybe its a bigger house I need in Mexico
with hallways of rust colored brown tile
rooms filled with vases of flowers scenting

Our lives are way to busy he makes things
builds speakers looks for things all day
I follow him answering every question
where is that thing he put down yesterday
where is that thing he needs right now
why was he head injured in the first place

When I am at the end of my tether I feel
sorry for myself and wish I was away far
far from this bloody little house with its
too small rooms where nothing fits well
then I want to walk bare foot on sand
in and have only dinner to contemplate