July 19, 2011
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.
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July 14, 2011
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.
