Hung up with my little brother
Grinning through the frame of a frown
Between a wall and a walled-up wish
Wilting like daffodils in October.
If I felt all I have to live for
At every waking moment,
The warmth of a specific smile
From a for-granted fragrance,
Well, there wouldn’t be hollow hours,
Miserable minutes staring at the clock
Wishing it only had two hands
So I can get to the end as fast as possible.
Perhaps I could put it on my mental dashboard
Like a bobblehead Jesus,
An omnipresent reminder
Of alleged divine protection.
Although I’d be bound to blink at some point
And be re-seduced by the darkness
Simply because the light
Seems too good to be true.