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Your sounds

Are mentholated music,

Giggle-shouts and whisper-songs

Swirl into the wall’s pores,

Soothing and stretching

Exiled toys and the timeout corner

Into a colorful oblivion.

We ride the stained magic carpet to

Your stereo smile

And like dancing bears,

Forget our manners

And the time

But always remember to sing

Ourselves to sleep

To the off-beat rhythm of fun.


We all need an outlet

I’ve heard,

Three little holes

Punched twice in the wall

With a yellowed plastic covering

To frame the intersection

Of human progress and desire

Wired behind painted sheetrock

And crooked family photos.

Maybe mystery

Tangled between wires,

A bundle of electric secrets

Just hidden from view,

Is the happiness enigma.