STAYING WITH THE STOLUCKS.
Posted: April 30th, 2011, 3:29 am
Mother said, I want you to go to stay
With Mr and Mrs Stoluck after
School because I will be late home from work.
The Stolucks were an elderly couple
Who lived down the block and had a blue pet
Budgerigar hanging above the round
Dining table and feathers, shucks and seeds
Would fall on the old guy's dinner and he
Never seemed to notice or care and he
Always had small particles of food stuck
In the corners of his mouth or hanging
From side-whiskers. And he’d say, sit down kid
And eat some dinner that Mrs Stoluck
Has prepared for you and that’ll save your
Mother having to cook for you when she
Gets home from the hospital. You’d sit there
At the table watching the feathers and
Shucks and seeds fall from the cage above and
Listen to the old guy talking to you
About the railways and how he’d worked for
Them for many years and lost a finger
When a door slammed on it and cut it off
And from the kitchen you heard old Mrs
Stoluck singing as she banged pots and pans
And Mr Stoluck would shout, shut the fuck
Up you noisy bitch and it’d all go
Quiet for a minute or two then she’d
Start up again bringing your small dinner
On a plate with a blue pattern and the
Sweat would hang in her greying moustache on
Her top lip always threatening to fall
Into your meal and she’d put it down and
Tap your head and say, get it down you boy,
Don’t waste none, and she’d wipe her moustache with
The back of her hand and stare at Mr
Stoluck with her deep set eyes, knowing each
Dull moment of each day their old love dies.
With Mr and Mrs Stoluck after
School because I will be late home from work.
The Stolucks were an elderly couple
Who lived down the block and had a blue pet
Budgerigar hanging above the round
Dining table and feathers, shucks and seeds
Would fall on the old guy's dinner and he
Never seemed to notice or care and he
Always had small particles of food stuck
In the corners of his mouth or hanging
From side-whiskers. And he’d say, sit down kid
And eat some dinner that Mrs Stoluck
Has prepared for you and that’ll save your
Mother having to cook for you when she
Gets home from the hospital. You’d sit there
At the table watching the feathers and
Shucks and seeds fall from the cage above and
Listen to the old guy talking to you
About the railways and how he’d worked for
Them for many years and lost a finger
When a door slammed on it and cut it off
And from the kitchen you heard old Mrs
Stoluck singing as she banged pots and pans
And Mr Stoluck would shout, shut the fuck
Up you noisy bitch and it’d all go
Quiet for a minute or two then she’d
Start up again bringing your small dinner
On a plate with a blue pattern and the
Sweat would hang in her greying moustache on
Her top lip always threatening to fall
Into your meal and she’d put it down and
Tap your head and say, get it down you boy,
Don’t waste none, and she’d wipe her moustache with
The back of her hand and stare at Mr
Stoluck with her deep set eyes, knowing each
Dull moment of each day their old love dies.