04-22-2014, 09:26 PM
Makes Jack a dull boy
A Blackbird taps for worms in the evening heat,
the garden colours fold quiet as a monastery,
shadows slowly take the grass a darker green,
the wrought iron seat sits empty without its queen,
wine glasses ask questions of bottles on the rack,
welcomes home gets missed as does our kitchen kiss.
Discussions sink to ipad apps and facebook screens,
frustration bumps like flies on mirrored panes,
moments that fall lost on quiet window sills.
I'm trapped importing images for a work-place play.
The dark has filled the drive to a house that's closed its eyes,
doors are not allowed to wake, softly held by guilty hands,
a touching paw and smiling tail soon returns to cornered curls.
I search by fridge light for dried up food that fits the mood,
a ghost inside a half full room that slides between cold sheets.
A Blackbird taps for worms in the evening heat,
the garden colours fold quiet as a monastery,
shadows slowly take the grass a darker green,
the wrought iron seat sits empty without its queen,
wine glasses ask questions of bottles on the rack,
welcomes home gets missed as does our kitchen kiss.
Discussions sink to ipad apps and facebook screens,
frustration bumps like flies on mirrored panes,
moments that fall lost on quiet window sills.
I'm trapped importing images for a work-place play.
The dark has filled the drive to a house that's closed its eyes,
doors are not allowed to wake, softly held by guilty hands,
a touching paw and smiling tail soon returns to cornered curls.
I search by fridge light for dried up food that fits the mood,
a ghost inside a half full room that slides between cold sheets.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out