smiles. lughs and the life story of gerry the gnomb.

the rattling of my moms machine,
the rattle of her voice.
the rattle of my silent screams,
the rattle is a constant noise.

the laughing of my little niece,
the laughing of my bro,
im laughing laughing breathlessly,
as my dad makes noises like geese.

ducks ducks every where ,
flying round the walls,
smiles smiles everywhere,
but i don't smile at all.

a cheesey grin
from ear to ear
my ears are being pierced,
my only child hood memory
i think the others are worse,
my smiles fades into salty tears
as the pain hits home
home is somewhere i haven't found
i'm like a traveling garden gnome.