The aquarian

I took two steps to the moon,
But I fell three back into the sun.
My father ticked toward soon,
knowing my mom warranted anything but fun.

the eyes they gave me were only meant to blind
It was the one rule in the game he and ma played into the grave
believing me the timely genius that would find
that profound kind of love unsalted by the birds chirp, the bees buzz of dismay.

when I awoke, I found my rock and roll bound
And could not be the genius of that sound.
mother laughed a hot taunting breath,
While I waited for father to cry a thousand tears.
seven days to conclude with only two interludes


Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Comments are closed.