rehab

not sure what started me writing this but Lucy Jordan didn’t help. Sh*t* poem w/eva

sometimes you want it for the person more than they do – profoundly written by someone not me. most profound thing I said today “oh well”. I wrote a ‘supersize’ piece at Joe’s today, I preferred yesterday’s southern belles but shucks I’m a romantic – see =>>>>>>

Para

rehab

she couldn’t go to rehab┬áthe cat needed to be fed

she’d go next week when the sky would be blue

when the delicate hues of green

could be seen among the trees

and the baby smiled silently in the crib

she couldn’t start the treatment cos she’d bought that piece of steak

she’d start on the first when the rabbits jump in threes

when the number she was waiting for

leapt out the frying pan

and the puppy licked the bone contentedly

she realised she’d never get well or get clean

listening to Marianne Faithful whilst dusting empty bottles

she slumped into the chair as she

dived into further depression

and more bottles that were empty cried quietly for her

she was a dirty little maggot so the neighbours said last week

to all the journos and anyone who’d listen

dead for days with no way

of telling cos she smelt rotten anyways

and the baby, cat and pup died too

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