Ain't like you'd have won the war wasn't for blood money. Always someone else's blood, always someone else's money. Strange little mating dance they do over our graves.
so here we are twenty years later and i ask him for her phone number and he gives it to me says "USE MY PHONE" as if he's a pedophile offering sweets and i know better shy away from my dad called my mom later that night and she says "i love you" she didn't say that before dropping me off on his doorstep though she had 'til i was four years old to get those words out but i'd never inspired ...
I Think I'm Just an Aluminum can and God is Recycling Me
found myself in a child abuse parlor last weekend doing laundry as the children sang London Bridge is Falling Down between intermittent smacks and screams they raced around their mother's patience and the spin cycle was their mom on crack. i nearly cried/nearly phoned the cops but she called a "time-out" put herself in a corner what? her little girl asked from where she'd been playing hide-and-seek ...
she laughed at me i laughed -you're crazy she- too -said- well who didn't know that but it was a "meandering fast bug" fat, black, scuttling every which way, did it think a forest fire was chasing it, that my eyes could burn, was it smelling something god only -or meandering fast bugs- know what? running like a clown about to fall offa the stilts running ...
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