04-27-2018, 06:14 AM
What lurks at the bottom of the age gap
The lava lamp signalled
a molten age of decadence,
parents out with friends,
leather jackets and moustaches.
Old enough to be on my own
and on my own enough to be stuck in.
Brother would be the first home,
a drunken arrogance of loaded questions,
him the boiling kettle, me the whistle.
No matter how hot the handle
I would be the one to lift us of the gas.
I still have the burn marks to rub
when I hear his plastic body filling up.
My reaction now is automatic,
a bi-metallic face to disconnect his power.
The lava lamp signalled
a molten age of decadence,
parents out with friends,
leather jackets and moustaches.
Old enough to be on my own
and on my own enough to be stuck in.
Brother would be the first home,
a drunken arrogance of loaded questions,
him the boiling kettle, me the whistle.
No matter how hot the handle
I would be the one to lift us of the gas.
I still have the burn marks to rub
when I hear his plastic body filling up.
My reaction now is automatic,
a bi-metallic face to disconnect his power.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out