pop an’ Kelly…

eating pickle-loaf…
empty Pepsi cans…
dogs growl…
piss-smell…

I like Kelly…,the old man says…
she’s my girl…,the blonde giggles…
What happened to that black guy…,he quizes…
gone pop…he’s gone…

dark house…
84 degrees…
a fan spins…
T.V. blares…

like her better by herself…,dad says…
just me an’ her in the mornin’…
me an’ her…
think she’d marry me…

pictures of mom keep her alive…
old clothes in closets…
a large numbered clock…
greased frying pans never washed…

oh she’s a sassy thing…,father crows…
she’ll tell ya ‘ bout it…
she divorced…
betcha she’s a handful…

eating pickle-loaf…
empty Pepsi cans…
dogs growl…
piss smell…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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