how do you tell your mother that you want to destroy what she has created?
you do not
you refuse the cream for the plum cake
"you know I don't like cream, mama"
you listen to the table talk
in one ear, out the other
then you drive to your own dark flat
and scream without a voice
till your ears ring
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coffee & cigs (
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Comments2
some of your imagery, admittedly
i can't comprehend
but i think, i relate to your theme
indeed, life is precious
and a 'loving' parent, we must
respect and treasure..
(i like your poetic ambition, thanks for sharing)
Let your pen do your screaming from now on
Your voice is loud and clear here
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