There’s Something Special About A Sunday

I mean,
the house is the same but
the air is
different the
sun shines nicer
it comes in the windows
onto the floors
begging to be stepped on
and laughing at me
when I do.

Sunlight never laughs
on a Tuesday

A motorbike farts down the street.

The boys across the street yell
with their tattoos and
arms so naked
yelling loud now
they pull out guns and
their chests explode

I smell my neighbor’s pipe smoke
sneaking across the back fence
they are outside
as I am

1 comment:

~otto~ said...

BWAHAHAHAHA: A motorbike farts down the street.