sun stayed close
today
I thrive on the first
day of the year
I can wear shorts outside
though it came a bit early this year
& I won't cross my fingers
for it to stay
the front porch step
offers little else than the
neighbor
trash-talking
on the other neighbors
everywhere I go at least
one more person
has lost the power to love
I should start making fliers
spread a little hope
but I'm no good with promises
& the cigarette butts she
flicks on my lawn
make me love her a lot less
too
these apartments are
non-smoking
none of us follow the rules here
I let the sun bake my bare legs
a bit more
the babe is trying to eat
dead leaves
I wonder where you
really are
& when you're coming home
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
sun stayed close
today
I thrive on the first
day of the year
I can wear shorts outside
though it came a bit early this year
& I won't cross my fingers
for it to stay
the front porch step
offers little else than the
neighbor
trash-talking
on the other neighbors
everywhere I go at least
one more person
has lost the power to love
I should start making fliers
spread a little hope
but I'm no good with promises
& the cigarette butts she
flicks on my lawn
make me love her a lot less
too
these apartments are
non-smoking
none of us follow the rules here
I let the sun bake my bare legs
a bit more
the babe is trying to eat
dead leaves
I wonder where you
really are
& when you're coming home
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