10-12-2014

A Circle Warped

Now Daniel was aware of his surroundings again.   
On the wall in his living room was the painting
That his mom had given him of Kepler when
They moved out of his childhood home. Tainting
His memory of that day was the fact that all
Endearing aspects of his youth were being sold.
Childhood memories of playing astronaut in freefall,
Listening to music in his room, and, all told,
Every bad memory as well would become
Alcoves of someone else's daily routine.
Never before had he thought of this painting as some
Evocative jump point to days gone by. Two teen
Summers he had spent staring at the somber
Teutonic visage in his mom's study. "Slumber
Break for me now," he yawned, while on the street below Jack looked for the life he'd pawned.