rotA Poem by PatrickBairamian
there is nothing simpler...
Wedding ring made of pewter
granite shines as the stone
house made of rotted pine
kitchen smells of refrigerator fluid
Front yard filled with weeds
in numbers that can put the hive of
wasps to shame that linger on the-
dying poplar leaning towards the roof;
hardwood made soft wood by the
leaking pipes below our feet
banging after every hot shower
in a tub whose cleanliness is
augmented by the surrounding mold
growing on the ceiling...rusted window
no escape for the steam, like our puppy
who must battle across the backyard's
stinging nettles to reach salvation
in his dog bowl;
hole in the closet, I can watch you change
even when trimmings of drywall
skew your face as they hang like icicles
in this concrete establishment
we've chosen to elope to.
Wake up next to me, our new neighbors
the three blind mice allow a melody to play
with their minuet feet, as the orchestra above
scuttles across the tumbleweeds of dust bunnies...
lay next to me, experiencing this together
you hold my hand, I grasp your shoulder
be mine forever.
© 2012 PatrickBairamian
Los Angeles, CA
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