The sun will peek through the clouds soon.
Taking off the bracelets of life
Opening new joined latches
Filled with scrambled egg-filled gold
Panning through the water
Stale bread and gross peanut butter
Fridge, empty and bare
Family too lazy to
Shop for the food we need.
Concealed by the furious typing frenzy
That I might be doing homework,
Or not.
Sun, sun, where are you?
In the days that follow
Never ending
Always forward
Good, bad, horrible, and grey
Spelling all wrong,
And sweet like sticky honey.
Randomness is my virtue
Is my life
Is my soul.
Never deep enough
To plunge into
The shimmering pool of dried up rainwater
Snipping, snipping away.
The sun in his slumber
Never waning, never rising.
Always beginning, never ending.
Always despising, despising, despising.
Sun, oh gracious sun
I need my word bank now
To shelter me from simple words
So I zoom into the lukewarm quarto.
Disheveled and sparingly imminent.
Foreboding my earthly glassware case
Engulfing me in frivolity.
The night is onerous
On the sun’s gentle face,
So he is too weak to rise
From his grave place
And lighten up the world
Anew
The sun will peek through the clouds soon.
