Hours of the night when
the frogs croak and the fireflies
explode
swish around a crystal glass
swish around her head
Hours of the night when
the children skid across the asphalt and stars and the
disco lights of pools create the northern lights of suburbia
flush her cheeks
flush down her jeweled throat
Hours of the night when
the wicks of street lamps flicker in the breeze and the
boom boxes and foldout chairs creak, crackle
dribble off her chin
droop from her eyes
Hours of the night when
the housewives buzz around the hive and the
business men smoke politics and cigars
Mommy is a puddle of wax oozing out of
an oversized fur coat.
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I'll Lose You in the Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose detailing a journey through youth and adulthood. Basically, this is a dump of old and new writing. Please comment your thoughts and constructive criticism! Let's help each other find healing and joy amongst the r...
