Post by donn on Jan 7, 2013 14:56:37 GMT -5
Mother and son sit alone in the cold
A kerosene lamp with dirty glass
Paints the room ochre and dust
Rock Cold
wince !
She pushes back against the night
Lighting Lucky Strikes one after one in chains
Talking to demons buried deep within the swirling smoke
Rock Cold
wince !
Her son sits unseen under the table
Watching the play unfold
Trying to understand a past before he was born
Before he became
Rock Cold
wince !
* ( wince !, is the sound a rocking chair makes on the ‘push back
wince !, is also a facial tic caused by the winters of childhood ) .
A kerosene lamp with dirty glass
Paints the room ochre and dust
Rock Cold
wince !
She pushes back against the night
Lighting Lucky Strikes one after one in chains
Talking to demons buried deep within the swirling smoke
Rock Cold
wince !
Her son sits unseen under the table
Watching the play unfold
Trying to understand a past before he was born
Before he became
Rock Cold
wince !
* ( wince !, is the sound a rocking chair makes on the ‘push back
wince !, is also a facial tic caused by the winters of childhood ) .