Groundhog DayA Poem by Little BirdieSilence is deafening, even when necessary.
she likes a slow day
sounds of cars racing below half-open windows let the cold inside this cozy messy habitat littered with blue pen tearmarks on paper-white cloudy skies cloudy skies of sleepy slow days jazz is jazz but silence is deafening even when necessary stops worries only skin deep just don't think about what waits beyond these decrepit buildings homage to long lost communist days tennants have their curtains down they want to forget that there's six weeks of winter more to be had such long nights offer no respite but she likes a slow day peppered with dreams of city lights far beyond the burrow something to drag her away pressed against the wall cigarette smoke delights the steady flow begets the slow burn she has nothing to dream about except the impending riot of a mind that goes in circles the balloon breaks, too, without force exerted, deflates on the floor of a cozy, messy bungalow where silence cuts transparent wounds © 2017 Little Birdie |
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