2005/08/28
221 from the series
Night speeds its way past her dream reverie it speaks sudden sodden with wetness from masturbations which dont work empty images drain the body dry making nowhere no one.
And you are expecting me to tell you the truth about my life so you can abandon me is that the way its supposed to be. And she couldn't even offer to help him do his laundry on days like that.
What was the point then of calling herself mother when she was with him, calling him on the telephone to say nothing. Which is why he chased the Greek goddess. No, and no. Not the oedipal framework of your bullshit. Bullshit vase and night of clay. Get rid of that article, definite and otherwise.
So I went to look for the world.
And you are expecting me to tell you the truth about my life so you can abandon me is that the way its supposed to be. And she couldn't even offer to help him do his laundry on days like that.
What was the point then of calling herself mother when she was with him, calling him on the telephone to say nothing. Which is why he chased the Greek goddess. No, and no. Not the oedipal framework of your bullshit. Bullshit vase and night of clay. Get rid of that article, definite and otherwise.
So I went to look for the world.
By
Clifford Duffy