30.2
i remember very little from my childhood
and as far as i can remember
nothing from being a baby
i think my parents had it changed as i grew older
but i remember the carpet when i was very young
was a mottled orange/red/brown shag
-- it looked like vomit
i noticed once, when i was sick with the flu
that it blended in perfectly
there were plates hanging on the wall
above the toaster
i don't remember what they were
collectable something
there was dark wood paneling, i think
a large sliding glass/screen door lead to the back yard
a large "master bedroom" for my parents at the back of the house
ours across the hall
ah, i remember one thing
-- i hated being in a crib
the cold isolation
the bars
the endless black to stare into
though there was a mobile over it the light would catch
... and i will always remember the car lights driving across the walls and ceiling
(we were close to the road)
but that happened every night
and i've always been the sort to lie in the dark a while
before finding sleep
and as far as i can remember
nothing from being a baby
i think my parents had it changed as i grew older
but i remember the carpet when i was very young
was a mottled orange/red/brown shag
-- it looked like vomit
i noticed once, when i was sick with the flu
that it blended in perfectly
there were plates hanging on the wall
above the toaster
i don't remember what they were
collectable something
there was dark wood paneling, i think
a large sliding glass/screen door lead to the back yard
a large "master bedroom" for my parents at the back of the house
ours across the hall
ah, i remember one thing
-- i hated being in a crib
the cold isolation
the bars
the endless black to stare into
though there was a mobile over it the light would catch
... and i will always remember the car lights driving across the walls and ceiling
(we were close to the road)
but that happened every night
and i've always been the sort to lie in the dark a while
before finding sleep