pica_pica

Whats it gonna be dude,
you gonna live?

Yeah, I hear ya, I see what you see too and I understand its not good.
Not good in your definition of good.

But whats it gonna take really,
to get that good?

Its terminal.

So, end it? Did you give it your best shot?

Or are you a non-factor result of a bad night?
a bad night for a poor alcoholic woman in her alcoholic infancy,
1967 Summer Of Love
and that boy drove truck, didnt know no, and liked fast cars.
Fast cars, long black hair, and rape.

Maybe you are.

The ingredients are there Mr. Sensitive,
Mr. Adopted, Mr.Finally Found Out The Truth,
Mr. Rape Baby.
Mr. Cry.
Mr. i lost all my Mothers.
Mr. i love all my Mothers.
mr. Love.

How many you bin through,
How many you lost?

They go.
You know that for sure. Too right. Proven fact.
But.

What bout that conception?

Something?

A stinking, indigestible and anus-tearing seed falling
from the ass of an unfortunate Waxwing with no culinary intelligence
falling down into the compost of a rotting mushroom patch?

A storm driven orphan spore being blown in through the window
and down onto the damp countertop
of an unkempt kitchen?

Or something that had to happen with no matter
and no concern
towards the obvious and apparently necessary violence of its concept?

Because you need to change a life,
and maybe it cant be yours?