Monthly Archives: November 2015

The quiet office
Started me. It hardly felt
Like corporate life.

The house fell silent
When the last guest walked away
And the day strolled in

Four ten year old boys
Must be wearing megaphones
When I try to sleep

Not sure how we chose
James Bond over school finish
Best or worst parents?

My jacket stays home
So my arms can feel the air
Which I soon regret

Hog-tied lanes and lights
Awkward trucks on city streets
I peer from my car

I chased the face paint
As it jumped out of the lines
To get the candy