Diss-functional Blood-lines

late 2005

All about the freckled teenagers with bright eyes and snotty noses.
All around the white plastered walls with family portraits and paintings of roses.
The feeling is dreary, yet indecisive and grand.
The floor is sticky, yet grainy like sand.
The house of the ancestors long since dead.
The home of the family, of which you are the head.
The swing on the porch and the antique china in the dining room.
The keg in the backyard and the pot in the bathroom.
The look of depression and the intrigue.
The coughing of smoking mixed with fatigue.
The hour hands spinning ever so slowly.
The kids chowing down on some reheated ravioli.
The house of the ancestors long since forgotten.
The head of the house has grown quite rotten.