Sunday, January 4, 2009

butterfly stains

II
Something so beautiful
The things you knew as a kid
It took fifty cents to buy you a drink
You were losing the house
Three hundred left in the bank
Apple juice for Father
And Mother was playing vocabulary games
You were the guard of three little girls
One of which was you
Running on a wet black-top
Kicking up the mud from the sand-box
Didn’t eat much back then
This is the cue:
Laugh,
At the memories of school girl days
Your brain never pounded on your head
Your eyes never blurred
Doctors never asked questions.
Tonight, though,
You are fucked up
Drunk
Under stars
In the pain killer weather.
Take ecstasy with me.

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