anti-parent
You spent most your life
sitting
on the cold dust of
a grudge
against your parents
ankles unbroken
in casts
of stale excuses
with kneecaps
stiff as Frankenstein
walking
the wild pace
of London
slower
than drowsy tongues
Your yellow drunk eyes
grate ice
into the glass mist
of your vision
when they see me
somewhere -
they know you promised
abstinence
you stand up in your
tailored shirt, creased
and blue
slurring
hot wino spittle
intoxicated
with loud confidence
used to show your tears
in public places
you are old and
depressed
because you have run
out of pub restrooms
to lock
yourself in
and I am
the fluorescent light
in a white bathroom
mirror
No comments:
Post a Comment