Pushing against these four walls.
Pushingggggg.
Screaming. Screaming. screaming.
In my head.
And then. Then. Why not?
Laughter outside the windows…
Music permeating the walls -
Boys night. 3am.
Boys morning?
Beer bottles. High fives. Chuck Taylors and red t-shirts.
Boys night with no boys. Only men.
Men. Boys. Boys. Men. Men with thinning hair. Big ears. Fat thumbs.
Shattered dreams and wandering eyes.
I watch, squinting, between closed blinds. Dark room. Sleeping family.
Hooray for boys! Men. Boys.
I wonder about the conversation. What they are laughing about?
What? Who?
Oh yes...voyeurism.
Laughter.
Laughter…
Men.
High fives. Red t-shirts.
His son, dead…
Not in on the joke.
WOW! This poem is amazing and fascinating. I really loved the rhythm of it. And the ending is just...wow! It reminds me of Glen North's discussion with us. LOVE IT!!!!
ReplyDeletethank you, my dear. I'm exploring poetry for the first time in years. kind of fun!
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