he’d sit alone…

he’d sit alone in this dark old house…day-n-night…just sat there in his LazyBoy…feet up..
some crocheted Mexican blanket on ’em…colors of aqua an’ terra cotta…

and the T.V. was on…pictures flyin’ through air into his living room…no sound…just pictures…this man tryin’ to sell a car…some woman firmly holdin’ onto a bottle of Bud…Discovery Channel…History…lips movin’…only lips movin’…

said he wanted nothin’ else from life…just sit in silence…drinkin’ a Pepsi…eatin’ fried bologna…didn’t want visitors or friends or insurance salesmen stoppin’ by…wanted to be away from the world…far away…

so he was left there…in the quiet…keepin’ himself company…sometimes mutterin’ out loud ‘ bout a wife who’d died…a boy livin’ far away…

the phone would ring throughout the night…just ignored it…let it be…’ventually the old man unplugged it…better off talkin’ to no-one…no-one…

he’d sit alone in this dark old house…just sat there in his LazyBoy…feet up…some crocheted Mexican blanket on ’em…colors of aqua an’ terra cotta…

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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