Monday, September 29, 2014

aged

I am embarrassed
My clothes, nothing holds still, even these words
Try to run from their humble beginnings

Love, which makes everything new
Love, where it all began
Makes me sleepy

Suddenly it's over.
There are just chairs where my parents were sitting and watching
The ice age on Nat Geo

I wake up

This heavy dream
Combusts
My tired body
Is grown up