Just Another Day
Another bomb dropped today
I can tell you when and where
And I can swear that I care
But I’ve never been there
And I’m still brushing my hair
My hands are connected at the wrist behind my back and I’ll never let this one go
There’s just one more tear falling to the floor and my head is crammed full of a rainbow
I let go too soon again
There is one less reason to wake up
One more reason to sleep in
Another dead
One more dying
And they want me to teach a speech class
To students that assume the sun will rise another day
Whose greatest worry is whether or not there are any Eggos left in the freezer
Then he walks in with his red hair and grin
He emancipated himself from a foster system
that drops children like bombs on sands of empty parents
who view their young people as just another pay check
leaning ladder next to sign
after Rungs by Dig Wayne
white around the window edge
peeling back reveals more
than the wooden blinds will
more sepia tone than a stark white
the stucco supports the ladder
left to rest
after it served as long as it could
held as many as it could
the sun setting provides
just enough light
for the sloppy paint spot
to be visible
Deaf girl walking by
interprets the splotch
as an intentionally painted
handshape
I Love You
peach daylight orange telephone running
peach daylight orange telephone running
fuzzy bright juice call fast
peach daylight orange telephone running
pit sunrise seeds ring lactic acid
peach daylight orange telephone running
It’s crowding my head but it’s important I don’t forget. There’s too many emails too many student questions. I haven’t discovered the meaning of life. The baby is crying. My nine-year-old doesn’t want me to leave for work. I have a few minutes but I’m too tired. I can’t rev up and just get it all done like I did in my twenties. I want a moment. I need a moment. But I’ll forget what I came into this room for.
peach daylight orange telephone running
peach daylight orange telephone running
peach daylight orange telephone running
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