Delta40
12-30-2013, 10:00 PM
The faded vertical blinds cast
shadows like prison bars across the carpet
and amidst a lifetime of clutter,
you keep huffing and puffing
on an exercise bike,
sweating and betting
that you can leave it all behind.
I know how your heart races.
Your hopes are as dried up
and flavourless
as Grandma's herb rack.
Sweet Sixteen in the Sixties,
A home for unwed mothers,
Nursing baby Andrew at your breast.
Don't stop pedaling woman!
Perhaps you might crash through
the shadowy barrier,
tumble into the overgrowth outside
then you can spend your days
in hiding, secretly breathing
the fresh new air,
thinking you've finally moved on.
shadows like prison bars across the carpet
and amidst a lifetime of clutter,
you keep huffing and puffing
on an exercise bike,
sweating and betting
that you can leave it all behind.
I know how your heart races.
Your hopes are as dried up
and flavourless
as Grandma's herb rack.
Sweet Sixteen in the Sixties,
A home for unwed mothers,
Nursing baby Andrew at your breast.
Don't stop pedaling woman!
Perhaps you might crash through
the shadowy barrier,
tumble into the overgrowth outside
then you can spend your days
in hiding, secretly breathing
the fresh new air,
thinking you've finally moved on.