oh what a cute blind man

blind men are so nice I don't even give it the brain space

mmmmmm the sky is the colour of

paste

knarled,

crooked

white

fingers.

young woman, thin lips. a laugh, an embaressed laugh.

I saw house after house, cars in drive.

Locked. lights on.

honey glow,
secure and warm.

food being prepared, house after house.

then I saw a house in darkness.

then I saw a crooked bush,

that looked like

fingers

reaching from the ground

it scared me like you wouldn't believe.

a hollow grey whiskered mouth, baggy strips of throat.

And the set stink of booze.

of 20p off cigerettes.
excuses.

of a life as drawn out from a kid

with piss

and a slapped face.

and a silient seething humiliation, and
rage behind
a slammed
bedroom
door

and laughing along even though you know its wrong
blotchey dry

mewl,

a wretched gurgle

a cats head kicked in

so fucking ashamed of yourself

warm family house new
option purchased cars
in the darkness