A Song A Day For A Year

I gazed in through the window at him, sniffing the chimney as he scratched his back. The glass was smudged in all different places like some orgie happening had recently run rounds in his creepy little bungalo. He scratches again and sniffs the chimney, his nose is black with soot and his hair musty grey from the back-blow. I see the door to the room open and turning his back on the fireplace looks over at the tall lady with a droopy black eyes. He doesn’t move an inch, he’s old and he has half the chimney up his nose. He pulls a pose to attract sympathy and she falls to her knees crawling to meet him at his level. She scratches his belly and kisses it thouroughly, injecting him with all the pleasure a woman with such large lips can provide. He claws at her face to show affection, but accidentally scrapes her chin. His fingernails too long for playful afternoons, she tucks away from him, looking with a sting at his proud mouth hanging open. She barks something at him like ‘Henry you dumb dog!’ but he doesn’t listen, he rools onto his other side and starts scratching something nasty between his legs. He’s at it for a while until she interrupts with a coke can, thrown graciously at his head. All this accomplishes is speeding up the chimney nose problem, with black snot firing at the chimney, hanging from its iron bars like fairy lights. She looks disgusted and mutters more about Henry, how he needed to quuit the smack and find a new place to live. Henry kept his mouth shut and she sat there trying to stare out a response. He responded in flatulent glory with the kind of rhythm that takes years to master. Suddenly this cheeky little pidgeon flutters down the chimney to say hello to Henry. Henry wants it, but this pidgeon in his sights has got one mean temper. It starts flapping its wing at its side like a cowboy whipping his steed. My wristwatch alarm has just gone off, i’ve gotta go Henry, been nice seeing you, maybe tomorrow Jill will let me in.