Boyhood, children, Heartbreak, NaPoWriMo 2016, Personal Experiences

April 5th, or, Ode To A Thirteen Year Old’s Disappointment


It cuts to the bone

Sullen disappointment, like dark moonless night

His blue eyes glare

A piercing stare

Like those of a baby possum 

He hisses at the injustice

Every day of his life that he has waited…

Countless effigies from his imagination…

Episode VII on the horizon

It is today

But not today for him

How long must he lament

How long must he wait, Oh Lord

For the 

Blue ray 

Release of 

Star Wars

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