Never The Same

The neighborhood is pretty much the same at 7 am. Change never existed here anyway. Gossips are the morning coffee and no one reads the paper anymore. Cigarette smoke is heavy in the air…

...She never enjoyed
the taste of eggs
or bacon at
breakfast
she seemed to be
in deep thought
always…

…Though it’s Monday, the kids are out on the streets playing while their parents yell and curse and throw things at each other. And the dog… the dog keeps on barking. So what’s new? An old man takes a sip from his pale coffee as he ponders at the thought. He lights another cigarette…

...Nobody notices her
at school
she’s like a ghost
lost in the numb
Better the geeks
they always
get some form of attention
at least…

…Hunger strikes again, its dinner time after all. Pulling the trigger is probably sick. But then again, perhaps this neighborhood would get sick if they don’t hear a gunshot at night…

...She thinks of mommy
as she cuddles
her teddy
She used to tell her
stories at bed time
but not tonight
“If only mommy’s here…”
There was a gunshot
It’s time to
sleep…

Mek
02.18.09