Problems flashing like the sirens of a cop car,
which never seem to stop.
A two faced kiss,
which way do you look?
A good, a bad,
no in-between.
So short, the infant doesn’t even
learn to walk or speak.
The blindness of not seeing,
only eavesdropping on yourself through the wires.
Sitting restlessly like a beanbag chair with no one in it,
watching the nothing go on through the clear glass in the wall.
The sirens scream a little louder,
you feel like Odysseus trying to get home.
The distance with which you see and touch everything,
seems like the TV life that you can never have.
The air is cold,
and pierces you like falling icicles,
when spring just starts to warm.
The sour patch pills which novacan your heart,
seem helpful at the time.
The sirens will not stop,
until their 2 year batteries will die.
which never seem to stop.
A two faced kiss,
which way do you look?
A good, a bad,
no in-between.
So short, the infant doesn’t even
learn to walk or speak.
The blindness of not seeing,
only eavesdropping on yourself through the wires.
Sitting restlessly like a beanbag chair with no one in it,
watching the nothing go on through the clear glass in the wall.
The sirens scream a little louder,
you feel like Odysseus trying to get home.
The distance with which you see and touch everything,
seems like the TV life that you can never have.
The air is cold,
and pierces you like falling icicles,
when spring just starts to warm.
The sour patch pills which novacan your heart,
seem helpful at the time.
The sirens will not stop,
until their 2 year batteries will die.
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