zaterdag, september 02, 2006
Vacancies
we were and we weren't
standing or stumbling,
tickled pink
just not to be red, white or blue.
and I found you
in the pages of the local paper
advertising vacancies and
looking for help.
So, your kids don't know their dad.
So, your kids suck your time away.
So, your life is that fish brought
from the water on a hook
to the nook between two bits of limestone
to writhe incomprehensibly
whilst they think of you on the spit.
and I found you
underneath the morning clothes
in between the suffocating and
and in the hollows of
unspeakable beginnings
Those
minutes
were
grand.
So, your kids don't know their dad.
So, your kids suck your time away.
So, your life is that fish brought
from the water on a hook
to the nook between two bits of limestone
to writhe incomprehensibly
whilst they think of you on the spit.
Those
minutes
were
grand
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