Cheeky gimp walk up the path as
baseball cleats clumsily stab the dirt
below his feet

Our whole team has traveled south for the summer
Miles driving down the throat of Spain
Till you've fucked a Spanish mouth let you be plagued
with E. D.

Slurping from dog bowls
I can't hold down a decent meal
Where is my family and their bus

Have they perished

Small fist punch into the
open end of a coffee cup
Dinner with the ghouls again
Rolls and water get so so old

In between the puking and every third word she slurred
I remembered what virgin Melissa was like
Cutting off all my sentences with remarks like
"You're so random."
That cute little mirror that you just about did
everything in
and the way you smelled after watching me catch and drown frogs
and caterpillars

I'm so glad I tore that open
Knocked you up in our little basement
You were always our dead mothers favorite
The daughter she will eventually have in the dirt
Looking at you now I'm just disgusted
That you still take so long
to get your jeans off

sister

05/08/2008

Posted on 05/09/2008
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