His finger fidgeted with the small hole in his jeans
Right above the left knee
It caressed the rust of a healing scab
He knew boyhood was sitting at the tense end of a slingshot
While balancing on a thin branch
Creeping in through the window
Of his tree house
His shins were permanently bruised
From hitting the edge of the bed
After jumping and missing
In order to avoid whatever may be living underneath it
Ten years from now he will regret
Not being in enough family photos
And for placing too many boxes full of old clothes
Underneath his bed
For anything to truly live there
He will know manhood sitting at a red light
Begging the breaks to go out
So his only option will be
To go
When he is old
And so much a baby again
He will beg time to be patient
Long enough to understand
Why when he was a boy
The slingshot band never broke from the tension
Before releasing rocks to break windows
He had to spend the summers working off
But as a man
Trapped at a red light
Why not once
The breaks ever went out
So that he might have an excuse
To go
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 6:44 AM UTC
His finger fidgeted with the small hole in his jeans
Right above the left knee
It caressed the rust of a healing scab
He knew boyhood was sitting at the tense end of a slingshot
While balancing on a thin branch
Creeping in through the window
Of his tree house
His shins were permanently bruised
From hitting the edge of the bed
After jumping and missing
In order to avoid whatever may be living underneath it
Ten years from now he will regret
Not being in enough family photos
And for placing too many boxes full of old clothes
Underneath his bed
For anything to truly live there
He will know manhood sitting at a red light
Begging the breaks to go out
So his only option will be
To go
When he is old
And so much a baby again
He will beg time to be patient
Long enough to understand
Why when he was a boy
The slingshot band never broke from the tension
Before releasing rocks to break windows
He had to spend the summers working off
But as a man
Trapped at a red light
Why not once
The breaks ever went out
So that he might have an excuse
To go
First two lines donated by Donie. Thank you very much for playing the first line game with me.
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