Little girls in tart-bright paint
and their brothers with button-ups,
colorful shoes. I'll never be that fast.
"He" is having a party and his parents
will be gone. I could bring the
***** and be well-liked; lying
on the carpet in the sticky pot-smoke.
Summer spins as the ceiling fan
lies still. Still, I'll never be that fast.
My neighbors all burst into flame
But they're cool enough to dowse themselves.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 6:33 PM UTC
Little girls in tart-bright paint
and their brothers with button-ups,
colorful shoes. I'll never be that fast.
"He" is having a party and his parents
will be gone. I could bring the
***** and be well-liked; lying
on the carpet in the sticky pot-smoke.
Summer spins as the ceiling fan
lies still. Still, I'll never be that fast.
My neighbors all burst into flame
But they're cool enough to dowse themselves.
© Cody Edwards 2010