2007 Poetry - The Little White House
He sat on the couch of navy lily pads;
A rectangular pond of tan and white stripes.
His clothing littered the corners,
Unfulfilled boxes were dormant,
Stunted from growth.
His foot rotated in lazy circles,
Deprived of honest thought,
Unmotivated by his environment.
The living room was an empty space for the living;
It was something no one could escape from.
Experimental little girls just discovering
The values of college,
The values of finding themselves.
All three were beautiful,
Dramatic in their own fascinating way,
None of them could come across a man
Willing to stick around.
He was relaxed, poised, gorgeous.
He didn't require much.
No spending money to cleanse the self,
Everyday for the girls.
No home to satisfy the need for shelter,
Everyday for him.
That's why they were there.
Written: September 20th, 2007
A rectangular pond of tan and white stripes.
His clothing littered the corners,
Unfulfilled boxes were dormant,
Stunted from growth.
His foot rotated in lazy circles,
Deprived of honest thought,
Unmotivated by his environment.
The living room was an empty space for the living;
It was something no one could escape from.
Experimental little girls just discovering
The values of college,
The values of finding themselves.
All three were beautiful,
Dramatic in their own fascinating way,
None of them could come across a man
Willing to stick around.
He was relaxed, poised, gorgeous.
He didn't require much.
No spending money to cleanse the self,
Everyday for the girls.
No home to satisfy the need for shelter,
Everyday for him.
That's why they were there.
Written: September 20th, 2007