03-01-2014, 10:47 PM
edit #2.1 The Kids Ain't Alright (Chris)
His head pops up between
crooked curtain and window,
gorgeous, goofy grin squashed
against the uncleaned pane.
Iced-over snow blocks
the front door and fills the empty
driveway, mustang and jeep repossessed.
Young parents bitterly blame
each other, quick to reclaim their worn
out party shoes; but what glitters is guilt
ridden, their laughter joyless.
They kiss his sweet face, declare
their love for him as they flee
their mess. He runs wild and screams
demands, mimicking his heroes.
edit #2 The Kids Ain't Alright
His head pops up between
crooked curtain and window,
gorgeous, goofy grin squashed
against the uncleaned pane.
Iced-over snow blocks
the front door, fills
the driveway emptied
of repossessed jeeps and mustangs.
Young parents bitterly blame
each other, quick to reclaim their worn
out party shoes; but what glitters is guilt
ridden, their laughter joyless.
They kiss his sweet face, declare
their love for him as they flee
their mess. He runs wild and screams
demands, mimicking his heroes.
edit #1 One Boy
His head pops up between
crooked curtain and window,
gorgeous, goofy grin squashed
against the uncleaned pane.
His home's abandoned
by anyone who gives a shit.
Unshoveled snow blocks
the doorway, fills the driveway emptied
of repossessed cars.
Self-absorbed, his parents cry
about themselves, bitterly
spite-filled, each blaming
the other, reclaiming their worn out
party shoes, but what glittered is guilt
ridden, their laughter joyless.
They kiss his sweet face, declare
their love as they flee their mess.
He runs wild and screams demands,
as all children mimic their heroes.
Original Scoop Him Up
His head pops up between
crooked curtain and window,
gorgeous, goofy grin squashed
against the uncleaned pane.
A foot of unshoveled
snow blocks the doorway,
a house abandoned
by anyone who gives a shit.
"Too young, too young
for this", his parents cry
about themselves, bitterly
spite-filled and running.
They kiss his sweet face, declare
their love as they flee.
He runs wild and screams
demands, thoroughly taught.
His head pops up between
crooked curtain and window,
gorgeous, goofy grin squashed
against the uncleaned pane.
Iced-over snow blocks
the front door and fills the empty
driveway, mustang and jeep repossessed.
Young parents bitterly blame
each other, quick to reclaim their worn
out party shoes; but what glitters is guilt
ridden, their laughter joyless.
They kiss his sweet face, declare
their love for him as they flee
their mess. He runs wild and screams
demands, mimicking his heroes.
edit #2 The Kids Ain't Alright
His head pops up between
crooked curtain and window,
gorgeous, goofy grin squashed
against the uncleaned pane.
Iced-over snow blocks
the front door, fills
the driveway emptied
of repossessed jeeps and mustangs.
Young parents bitterly blame
each other, quick to reclaim their worn
out party shoes; but what glitters is guilt
ridden, their laughter joyless.
They kiss his sweet face, declare
their love for him as they flee
their mess. He runs wild and screams
demands, mimicking his heroes.
edit #1 One Boy
His head pops up between
crooked curtain and window,
gorgeous, goofy grin squashed
against the uncleaned pane.
His home's abandoned
by anyone who gives a shit.
Unshoveled snow blocks
the doorway, fills the driveway emptied
of repossessed cars.
Self-absorbed, his parents cry
about themselves, bitterly
spite-filled, each blaming
the other, reclaiming their worn out
party shoes, but what glittered is guilt
ridden, their laughter joyless.
They kiss his sweet face, declare
their love as they flee their mess.
He runs wild and screams demands,
as all children mimic their heroes.
Original Scoop Him Up
His head pops up between
crooked curtain and window,
gorgeous, goofy grin squashed
against the uncleaned pane.
A foot of unshoveled
snow blocks the doorway,
a house abandoned
by anyone who gives a shit.
"Too young, too young
for this", his parents cry
about themselves, bitterly
spite-filled and running.
They kiss his sweet face, declare
their love as they flee.
He runs wild and screams
demands, thoroughly taught.
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