Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay, were laid, spread out before me, as her body once did, all 5 horizons revolved around her soul, as the earth and sun, now the air I tasted and breath has taken a turn...
At home, drawing pictures, of mountain tops, with him on top, lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a V, the dead lay in pools of maroon below... daddy didn't give attention, oh to the fact that mommy didnt care, king Jeremy the wicked, oh ruled his world.... Jeremy spoke in class today....
Clearly I remember picking on the boy, seemed a harmless little fuck, oooh but we unleased a lion, gnashed his teeth and bit the recess ladys breast, how could I forget, and he hit me with a surprise left, my jaw left hurtin, dropped wide open, just like the day, oh like the day I heard...
daddy didn't give affection, and the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear, king Jeremy the wicked, oh ruled his world.... jeremy spoke in class today...