sunflowerAlys
02-06-2005, 09:10 PM
From one, to one, to one, to one
On the out-step of her sanity
She was sitting, composed, yet messy
The clothes on the line were drying,
So individually, she had noticed
Their fading birthly byes, years old
Gave it all to the wind
So meaningfully, though there was nothing to be actually
Celebrating, on this tired today.
She’d ran out of enough washing powder
Before putting the clothes, intertwining in fury
Into the washing machine, but that was before-
She’d have to get some more
Her hair wrote it in the wind-
She was getting all thinner.
It was all the washing
Nothing to do with the glossy magazines
That proudly guarded the shops
Abreast with so many words
She didn’t have enough much money
To take some home for herself anyway
And she thought about who did
Using every one of her eyelashes.
It was fairly warm within the brick block
But she enjoyed it better on the brink
Side by side with the pebble dash
The long orange glow of the warm
Made her feel quite static
So she didn’t like being so static
And she was deprived, deprived now
Of the right to smoke the comforting menthol
Of her fresher days
Into the in deeps of her systems
Dusty smoke being the words of her world
Of prior indignance
The clouds were moving slower
Than her own pegged washing
She was glad to see
Silently
On the out-step of her sanity
She was sitting, composed, yet messy
The clothes on the line were drying,
So individually, she had noticed
Their fading birthly byes, years old
Gave it all to the wind
So meaningfully, though there was nothing to be actually
Celebrating, on this tired today.
She’d ran out of enough washing powder
Before putting the clothes, intertwining in fury
Into the washing machine, but that was before-
She’d have to get some more
Her hair wrote it in the wind-
She was getting all thinner.
It was all the washing
Nothing to do with the glossy magazines
That proudly guarded the shops
Abreast with so many words
She didn’t have enough much money
To take some home for herself anyway
And she thought about who did
Using every one of her eyelashes.
It was fairly warm within the brick block
But she enjoyed it better on the brink
Side by side with the pebble dash
The long orange glow of the warm
Made her feel quite static
So she didn’t like being so static
And she was deprived, deprived now
Of the right to smoke the comforting menthol
Of her fresher days
Into the in deeps of her systems
Dusty smoke being the words of her world
Of prior indignance
The clouds were moving slower
Than her own pegged washing
She was glad to see
Silently