oh, boy

toilet left running
the sink dribbles on
lego minefield floors
dishes piled up
greasy hand-prints line the windows
and all walls
there is a faint smell of piss
around every corner
no matter how much pine-sol
and used underwear is a suitable hat
swords and nunchucks
and construction equipment spawn exponentially
help! we’re being invaded by
zombie cowboys with laser guns!
screaming and scaling the furniture
don’t do that
don’t do that
i told you
don’t do that
neon cheese doodle orange
appears smeared in surprising places
you couldn’t imagine
would be possible for it to seep into
but the magic of tiny fingertips
a dirty-face kiss
snips, snails, puppy-dog tails
brings a special kind of messy bliss
to my home
and my heart

On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.


"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous




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