I have nooo idea what im writing this about
Tell me of a place
Where round bubbles grow
Send me a postcard
Of an alternate home.
The bubbles that I find
Here are all flawed
The children have blown
Their laughter into them.
I've grown tired of this
Rustic brick of yours
That slices my lips when
I open them to talk to you.
You've placed an antagonist
On the roof of my mouth
That would heal if only
I could stop tonguing it.
Reluctantly I give in
Gratifying the scrape
By prolonging it's life.
I open it further and further.
I'd prefer swept steps
And a path edged with tulips
To these dandelions that
Surround these ivy-grown stones
Names barely visible
The annual visit is overdue
The arborist was delayed
And now has twice the mess to clean
There is a past to trim back
That is overtaking the garden
Strangling the already withering
Babies breath
The yearly trimmings
Are futile efforts to erase
That simply serve to remind
These dead ends will remain
The dandelion weeds
Fade and feather
Into cotton balls that play tricks
Sucking the hopeful in
We remain firmly rooted
When we are tempted.
They firmly root us
By tempting us.
They frown as they watch
Us let ivy consume us.
They frown as they watch:
We let ivy consume us.
It's coffee break again
And the coffee is black
Camels leave cigarette burns
And become cigarette butts
The table is scattered
With old gum wrappers
Each folded unrecognizably
Into little Trident birds.
At my 21st birthday
I'll toast my drink to drinking
I'll toast to my envy of
The resiliance I had
I'm 9 again at my birthday party
Pinning the tail on the donkey
Pinning the blame on myself
An endless game of die and seek.
Where round bubbles grow
Send me a postcard
Of an alternate home.
The bubbles that I find
Here are all flawed
The children have blown
Their laughter into them.
I've grown tired of this
Rustic brick of yours
That slices my lips when
I open them to talk to you.
You've placed an antagonist
On the roof of my mouth
That would heal if only
I could stop tonguing it.
Reluctantly I give in
Gratifying the scrape
By prolonging it's life.
I open it further and further.
I'd prefer swept steps
And a path edged with tulips
To these dandelions that
Surround these ivy-grown stones
Names barely visible
The annual visit is overdue
The arborist was delayed
And now has twice the mess to clean
There is a past to trim back
That is overtaking the garden
Strangling the already withering
Babies breath
The yearly trimmings
Are futile efforts to erase
That simply serve to remind
These dead ends will remain
The dandelion weeds
Fade and feather
Into cotton balls that play tricks
Sucking the hopeful in
We remain firmly rooted
When we are tempted.
They firmly root us
By tempting us.
They frown as they watch
Us let ivy consume us.
They frown as they watch:
We let ivy consume us.
It's coffee break again
And the coffee is black
Camels leave cigarette burns
And become cigarette butts
The table is scattered
With old gum wrappers
Each folded unrecognizably
Into little Trident birds.
At my 21st birthday
I'll toast my drink to drinking
I'll toast to my envy of
The resiliance I had
I'm 9 again at my birthday party
Pinning the tail on the donkey
Pinning the blame on myself
An endless game of die and seek.