Sunrise/sunset

Sunrise/sunset

A 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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dukovan
dukovan

Oconomowoc, WI



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