05-14-2017, 05:50 PM
THAT WAVE OF SILENCE
So we hid ourselves in a bush.
There's no way I'll be driving.
Have you seen the size of that tush?
I was held in by Dr. Bloom.
Across the crescent shaped room,
Early exchanges are thriving.
With only the rays of dawn cast upon it,
Everything the room holds becomes more clear:
Empty space reveals buoyant specks of grime,
The carpet awakens ancient fits of vomit,
And the shelves expose concealed cans of beer
Whose neglected leaks drenched lost items.
The lives seem varied. Yet from hijab to bonnet
They all look ahead and they all lack fear,
Bearing only a fraction more time.
Minute by minute the room lightens.
But with a steady crank of the door handle,
The goose bump wind which its opening brought
Causes all heads to fixate on one man, who looks
A day away from blowing sixty candles.
So to avoid their discrete ways from being caught,
All of them ride that wave of conscious silence.
In an attempt to retrieve noise, the man dandles.
Forced sniggers greet the act. That failed, he must have thought.
At the sight of this act, the males repress right hooks.
So he parts, too aware of the threat of violence.
So we hid ourselves in a bush.
There's no way I'll be driving.
Have you seen the size of that tush?
I was held in by Dr. Bloom.
Across the crescent shaped room,
Early exchanges are thriving.
With only the rays of dawn cast upon it,
Everything the room holds becomes more clear:
Empty space reveals buoyant specks of grime,
The carpet awakens ancient fits of vomit,
And the shelves expose concealed cans of beer
Whose neglected leaks drenched lost items.
The lives seem varied. Yet from hijab to bonnet
They all look ahead and they all lack fear,
Bearing only a fraction more time.
Minute by minute the room lightens.
But with a steady crank of the door handle,
The goose bump wind which its opening brought
Causes all heads to fixate on one man, who looks
A day away from blowing sixty candles.
So to avoid their discrete ways from being caught,
All of them ride that wave of conscious silence.
In an attempt to retrieve noise, the man dandles.
Forced sniggers greet the act. That failed, he must have thought.
At the sight of this act, the males repress right hooks.
So he parts, too aware of the threat of violence.