Going to bed on Friday night


Like a lush, the buttons come undone
Except they leave the hole they’re in.
With ease, the lonesome denim
Clings on to the last, and shoes
Once tamed, refused to be let loose
So buck and jolt their way onto
The floor. The socks fall prey
to passing family pets. In time
We stand before our day now cored
And jump into the self of bed.
Our skin is one of many we
Will live tonight.


Picture featured in this post is Can We Read This One Daddy?. Author – Peter Taylor, Source – Flickr, License – Attribution-Non-commercial 2.0 Generic


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