Sunrise/sunsetA Poem by dukovan
We're living with my parents and my imagination shrinks.
Practical positions are explored in our room. No hipstered furniture to dislodge any of our bricks. We're too focused on our staring contest. A room that doesn't get messy nor cleaned and somehow you're always doing the cleaning. We haven't hung a cross since we've moved. A starry eyed niece is doing the chicken dance and I honestly think its the first time I didn't fake a smile today. We camouflage our eyes to match my dad's. I could ask him for a cross. My niece is now crying because you screwed up the pattern of her nails. Pink purple pink pink sob. To ease the night I think to take you outside for a sunset. I always have my best ideas too late. I'm not sure that its a bad thing. I think to plan for sunrise but you know I'm not a morning person. Pink purple pink blue sob. © 2012 dukovan |
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Added on September 7, 2012 Last Updated on September 7, 2012 |