Rusted Swing Set

Rusted Swing Set


Today feels wrong..today is an error—a mistake,
Today is the math problem no one can figure out.
It’s the ice cream cone that keeps melting before
I can get a lick,
It’s the girlfriend that sucked your best-friend’s
dick..
Just wrong..

An orchestra without instruments.. a pity,
The pervert with a hand up my skirt; telling
jokes that only he thinks are witty.
While I wonder when my parents will be
back from that movie,
I want to be anywhere, but here.. perhaps sitting on a
bridge while working on a strawberry smoothie.

But today feels wrong.. today is crumbling,
And disgusting, just like the old man’s
fingers fumbling.
It’s high and dry like old stockings on a clothesline,
Just wrong..

The decapitated baby doll in the lake with a nail file
stuck in its center,
And the husband that swears to his broken, bleeding wife
that he loves her and wants to get better.
The sap from mangled trees destroys the vegetation
squirming below,
I sit under one of those trees now and rot.. for I have
no other place to go…


Sushanna