Saturday, 15 July 2017

newborn mother

Newborn mother, deadbeat dad
trying to make ends meet,
that ain't bad
he said when vomited

Cry cry cry....oh sister of mine
the rapture is approaching and we're stuck as glue on the bath room floor shaking violently til blood rejects our veigns and we splatted into the asphalt below.

Come and get it! she said. What she meant I do not know, all I know is that if you want something you must be willing to go all the way with it. To the brink of madness and back. Will you survive? Well, I don't know. Maybe could make a difference in this situation even when plurals and compound sentences begin to cloud the judgement of the horse whispering, outlaw drinking opaque version of a Rembrandt painting sons a bitch hanging on the wall.

Maria went to school today but she didn't know how to board the bus properly and she fell. The bus driver  stood up briefly then back down again. Not minding the little girl and kept on his way. But who knows, maybe she found a new bus driver that day. A drunk one, with , experience of hitting people in a rage of hilarious loathing and drankassery. For shame!

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