Tuesday, September 30, 2008

born to death

my father came home
and kissed my mother
with a big smile
while she did the crossword puzzle
(for tuesday)

changed a few tires.
the sun shot through the backyard
into the cold pool for laps
bad for the body.

tripped over the suburban clarity
draped over my childhood
like halloween costumes and candy
luring me on

stoned
and skipping in the grass
i used to play soccer here
now i smoke cigarettes

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