Chore

Sunday, April 05, 2009

The sun rises.
Your eyes open slowly.
A yawn.
Relaxation turns sour.
A stretch.

Turn the bacon.
The sizzle purely alive.
A pop.
Throw on some eggs.
They smolder.

Start the engine.
It relents.
A roar.
Shift the gear.
It clicks.

Walk through the dorr.
Mundane smiles creep toward you.
The dread.
Sit down.
Wheels roll.

Drive on home.
Forget your manners.
Scream obscenities.
No one knowns.

Set the table
where no one eats.
Little white dishes.
They clink.
Clear the table.
Utensils scream.

Walk up the stairs.
Avoid a longing gaze.
The sights.
Wash your face.
The pain.

Lay you head to rest.
Weary eyes keep open
Denying sleep.
Night hits fast.
My refuge.

Reviews

[Boris Jonathan Novak]

Great work. I really enjoyed the vivid imagery. This was a good read!