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at least I didn't burn the house down trying, do-it-yourself, fatherhood, flarf, frustration, plumbing, prose poem, water heater
No water, broken plumbing, filthy frustration- I misread the plumbing. Our shower has been frustrated; our hot water heater failed on a Sunday morning, upsetting the toilet. The result usually will not make your home follow the basic laws of nature- gravity, pressure, water seeking its own level. Most problems like that are caused by frustrated do-it-yourselfers who see muddy or dirty water in dreams, wallowing in depression and the flow of emotions. You may find that calling the professionals will save you time and frustration. All of you who are sharing my pain and frustration eventually create damage that can turn into a little confidence to cause a lot of damage to a home. I will never understand the moral of this story: DO IT YOURSELF… don’t ask for help!
Radical Totality 
These are getting quite funny and holding together well. Have you tried dropping more poetic form in them too, to see how they strike you? (line length, stanzas, etc.)
I have. These last ones weren’t serious attempts at doing anything but having a little fun with my frustration over the water heaters, etc. For some time now my brain has been within its groove, and I’ve badly been in need of a splinter. I had expected this weekend to take some time to explore something different, and I did explore something different- plumbing!
I expect that soon you’ll be seeing something different. For that matter, the songwriting course starts this week, so there’ll be that to look forward to (or away from!)