Mom died last Friday

and life's still the same

six days in Massachusetts

Cold, wet not sane



my family's never changed from

beginning to end - focused

insensitivity

hearts without bend



I lost one friend, but refound a few others

my cousin, a bartender, and blood of John Dewar's.

I drank more scotch than leaves most men alive

surrounded by donkeys - my way to survive.



Mom died last Friday

it's still about me

we've always been selfish

Don't look at me.

05/07/2011

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Posted on 05/07/2011
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