poem number one

poem number one

Cisco. (Name) annoyance.
Like consistent needle pricks. (Tick,tick,tick)
Then I hear talented showcases
For singing on television. The main entrance.
The culture,
Seemingly
Washed…
Awkward similies and
Puke filled metaphors. Chunky.

Single court yard with chains above.
Pin holed sky.

Shifting shoes, echoing away. Forgotten goodbyes that you will never forget. And then what?
And yet again… HELLO-
My name is the Present. I have two Siblings.
One Brother. One Sister. One parent…
The Past is everything you’ve imagined.
And the Future could be something, if she tried.

Past, he’s laughing behind my back.
Future, she’s a spontaneous mess.
Mother, she drinks herself to sleep
Every eternity
And shoots up the sky,
Neglecting her dying children when it
Rains.