04-12-2018, 06:23 AM
Edge
He stepped through a cloud of smoke
his long hair, tight curls, hung like a hippy
over his shoulders.
His pale green army surplus coat
alway smelled of petulia oil,
he wore it like a smile.
His house keys were in a bowl
on the hall table
next to a note from his mother,
reminding him to lock up.
The bowl always rocked
when something went into it
because of the uneven decoupage
that was spreading itself across
different pieces of furniture.
The hall table watched him step through the smoke,
it listened to him as he said he was going to bed.
It even tried to catch him as he tumbled
backwards down the stairs.
His house keys were still in the bowl
as his mother pushed open the door.
He stepped through a cloud of smoke
his long hair, tight curls, hung like a hippy
over his shoulders.
His pale green army surplus coat
alway smelled of petulia oil,
he wore it like a smile.
His house keys were in a bowl
on the hall table
next to a note from his mother,
reminding him to lock up.
The bowl always rocked
when something went into it
because of the uneven decoupage
that was spreading itself across
different pieces of furniture.
The hall table watched him step through the smoke,
it listened to him as he said he was going to bed.
It even tried to catch him as he tumbled
backwards down the stairs.
His house keys were still in the bowl
as his mother pushed open the door.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out