face cards
Fri, 22 Oct 2010 at 08:20am
Never tried to stand out or blend in
neither really brought me nowhere
and couldn't seem to get much farther
sidewalks on end, no edges to end
where the sidewalk ends, I wish it did
back in third grade, I seem to remember,
it did.
Did it, November, was it?
seasons blend, beginning to end, back when
calendar days forgot about nights.
Nights were at your house, your mother
floated, your father and brothers,
insignificant and subordinate
inferior to the superior
superiority of your house.
Little accents accidentally
arranged, randomly slipping in to our rants,
seemed quite volatile
as we captured fragmented frames, not to be framed
but forgotten and ashen in your
idle hands.
The concrete floors knowing of our treason
decided to reason: "Repent,"
they would bellow, "voice your regrets
and bask in your redemption."
Through discretion and repetition
they would crack as they laughed,
quite jovially and shrewd.
You dreamt on top, as I below
Of face cards.
Your fished turned white from being kept in the dark,
your eyes turned pale and black.
Dominoes filed, filtering light
as shadows crept from their eyes, your brothers,
as their hands darted, from back to front
under my shirt and mine.
Who wept of colour when a window was opened
and who washed it all away?
For sale and sold
the concrete was cold
and our whispers rang dull but kept.
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