down the lane the summer homes all yawn,
open & airing out,
depositing mothballs, musty deck chairs/on the lawn
strolling i see all last year's forgotten furniture
waiting
on the roadside, dust covered.
here a couch groans out to me:
*"such a life!
reeking of mildew,
springs worn from children jumping on the weekends
--and the old man couldn't stop them.
too busy slamming drinks on the porch!"*
i very nearly weep,
"poor tired old thing!"
for it is a hard ride to be a couch.
Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
down the lane the summer homes all yawn,
open & airing out,
depositing mothballs, musty deck chairs/on the lawn
strolling i see all last year's forgotten furniture
waiting
on the roadside, dust covered.
here a couch groans out to me:
*"such a life!
reeking of mildew,
springs worn from children jumping on the weekends
--and the old man couldn't stop them.
too busy slamming drinks on the porch!"*
i very nearly weep,
"poor tired old thing!"
for it is a hard ride to be a couch.
not entirely sure about this one, kinda resurrected it out of an older piece, we'll see what happens.
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