Apr 23, 2009 16:52
the hill home
smells like sweet pollen
dry grass
and banana sunblock
my wrist turns the lock
pulls the iron gate
so i can step up
4 cement stairs
split down the center
i near my building
and it smells like paint
16 steps later
paint turns to poison
i guess someone found ants
the old brick brown carpet
outside my old
dirt brown door
smiles littered glitter
oh, mills.