she used to yell ’bout my drinking…

she used to yell ’bout my drinking…fast-paced simple sentences  rattled-off ’bout my drinking…

and money was spent on booze…bar-tabs carried over from month to month…countless calls for collateral…hawking watches…rings…albums…laptops…she would yell ’bout my drinking…

blame it on the moon…that hollow sphere we’ve all been intoxicated-by…question blury ghosts down the halls of old tennant buildings having called out my name….argue with the north star for leading me astray… i was never a wise-man…

she used to yell ’bout my drinking…talks of wasted life…accusations of induced poetry…outside influences damaging my soul…,write pure, she said,…write pure,….

she used to yell ’bout my drinking…

she used to yell ’bout my drinking…

shhhhh….

too loud…

shhhhh…

stop it already…

shhhhh…

O.K. …

and solace gives us what…

she used to yell ’bout my drinking…

midnight strolls…through the Bronx…hangin’ with homeboys at Hunts Point…throwin’ darts down on 1st…throwing-up yesterday’s meatloaf…sins were confessed…in the name of the Father…the Son…and the Holy Spook…

where’s my sword…oh…through me…through me…

she used…

she…
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