i’ve spilled so much time through these years of mine with no remorse of course not knowing what i’ve lost i started early with bottles well that wasn’t spilling as much as testing throwing into the waters just a few years later i spilled my mother out of our family gone till she died sixty-five years later spilling friends from home to Timbuktu not knowing them as i know no one spilling semen amongst all who would take it and participate in knowing this spirit of spilling day by day learning to spill myself throwing one piece at a time but there is more left to be spilled tough it may be blood it will be spilled till there is nothing left but old clothes to be buried or burned with me on a pyre
02/10/2010
WOA! Very well done- from start to finish. Loved the images here- excellent read- thanks for sharing!
...gives the name hardscrabble a human meaning, eh? sounds like you were a rounder. bury my clothes with me also. a life in lines.
"Spilling" is such a cool word, the sound of it and the various uses. You've really outlined a life here in a fascinating way. "it will be spilled" - loved the definitive nature of this phrase.
