Monday, 10 April 2017

Seasoned

Drunkard at the door, mother isn't home.
Pedophile is hysterical.
Cockroach ashtray couch,
methadone bloodstream, man.


Policeman at the door, mother may I marry him?
push his wheelchair through the mall,
feeding him insulin,
round and around..


Stomach turns again, clinging to the bed.
Stealing glances at yourself, mother isn't having it.
Your staying in all season round.




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