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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