Who's A Stranger?

EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Freedom

I am a stranger in my mother’s house
surrounded by spotted cow gravy boats
and cabinets full of porcelain clowns lifted
into porcelain air on bright balloons
Imbedded into my calculus daydreams are every
God damn Disney character known to man
I hate the word silly
I eat breakfast faster than Ghandi after a march
because she makes a face with bacon and eggs
I rip the notes she send with my lunch in half
before they can paint a spitball target on my forehead
Despite her 15 year persistence I am not yet fluent
in baby talk
When I started listening to DMX
she bought two tickets
and came with me to the show
There is a portrait of Alex Trabek in the living room
Next to the VCR are recorded infomercials which she
watches to help squash her anxiety
for 6 to 8 weeks
Theres a Jesus fish on every car
and a crucifix in every room
and a bible on every table
A purple hippo lays next to the one in the living room
If I finally get a raise at the video store I’m moving into
an apartment, 37 years of this is enough
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Comments

  • I really liked this! Very perceptive view of people still under their parent(s) wing at a later stage in life.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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