school night

[school night]

Laying down, looking through the holes of a trampoline.
Only some grass and the rest of my life in front of me.
Socks turned black, nose squished, I hear mom call for me.
Sorry
I’m busy
Looking through the holes of a trampoline.

The world’s a blur when all you see is what’s in-between.
Keep my eyes steady, breathe with my belly, stretching polypropylene.
Supper’s ready? I’m feeling heavy, face to face with gravity.
Sorry
I’m busy
Looking through the holes of a trampoline.

And
They keep saying I’m too young
to play with big machines.
But
The neighbor’s cutting grass,
and he just spilled his gasoline.
And
Dad drives too fast
while he smokes his nicotine.

So what’s so wrong with
Looking through the holes of trampolines

let your socks get a little dirty.
until next time. - cd