The Well

[Jerrybaldy]

Daddy is f ucking mummy
And mummy is f ucking daddy
And everything is well,
The cycle is in the hall
And the shoes are on the mat
And the fire is in the fireplace.
The beer is in his glass
The question is still in her eyes
And the lies are on her lips
Where his finger
Gestures gently
Ssssshhhhhhh.
The key is in the door
He thinks the door wants more
She wants to f ucking scream
But the scream wont leave her lips
Its forbidden by his diesel oil
Finger tips
Daddy is fingering mummy
All is well.
If their fingers wander
There'll be trouble I can tell.
I'm on advent door number seven
There's an an angel
Who's fallen
here from heaven.
My cycle has a squeak I cannot stop
It's quiet in the hall,
The fire is in the fire place
My bedroom is empty
Except for robotic toys
And decongestants
And peeled away
Fungi toe nails
And unclaimed milk teeth
And letters to Santa
All screwed up in a ball
And felt tipped f ucking sketches
Unappraised.
Potatoes are boiling upon the hob
Dancing fantastic
Scumming the water
To hell
The water had been shat in
When they drew it from the well.

[Delta40]

Once again you go to places I'm reluctant to visit. I'm so thankful for fresh air Jerry though I know nobody who writes quite like you.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks Delta you're nothing if not faithful :) x