Saturday poem

The Sunblock Gang

Saturday, March 7, 2015

9:53 AM

I don't know why I tried to hang

For all those years with the sunblock gang.

Shunning daylight out of habit.

My tanning oil turning rancid in the medicine cabinet.

I gave up sleep so we could play

Always up at dawn for work either way.

Seems stupid now, as I've been told

We never really had much in common anyway.

I filled their cave with innumerable goods,

Fixed supper for the worms and the elves.

Just like Anne, look what happened to her.

Imagining the last the bright routes.

I got some pills to help with that.

It wasn't enough. I don't live there anymore.

My house is made of windows now

No vampires come for tea

I miss the blood red wine we drank.

I don't think they miss me.