OVER THE WAY.
Posted: November 29th, 2016, 9:33 am
The fuck I care, you mutter,
sitting there in the faded yellow
armchair, although you do,
you won't admit it, at least not
to yourself. You sit ungainly
(Mother would have said so),
the faded purple dress riding
up your thighs, head on the
back of the chair, sitting there.
The fuck I give a damn, you say,
but deep down you know you do:
care what the folks next door
may say as you walk to the garbage
bin to cast out the stuff, or the
people in the store where you
shop, your dark hair in a mess,
no lipstick, no make up, just plain
old you, and some days you wear
no underwear, just hope you don't
have an accident while out, or fall
down. The fuck I care, you mutter,
and Mother with her high ideals,
and how she seemed disappointed
in you, how you turned out. You
gaze out the window over the way,
how the sun is out, and clouds drift
by, and that fink next door, how he
watches you as you walk to the bin
with garbage, how he sucks you in
with his bulging eyes. The fuck I
care if he does or not. O to be in
New York now. O to be on some
lonely shore, you say, seeing the
fink next door out over the way.
sitting there in the faded yellow
armchair, although you do,
you won't admit it, at least not
to yourself. You sit ungainly
(Mother would have said so),
the faded purple dress riding
up your thighs, head on the
back of the chair, sitting there.
The fuck I give a damn, you say,
but deep down you know you do:
care what the folks next door
may say as you walk to the garbage
bin to cast out the stuff, or the
people in the store where you
shop, your dark hair in a mess,
no lipstick, no make up, just plain
old you, and some days you wear
no underwear, just hope you don't
have an accident while out, or fall
down. The fuck I care, you mutter,
and Mother with her high ideals,
and how she seemed disappointed
in you, how you turned out. You
gaze out the window over the way,
how the sun is out, and clouds drift
by, and that fink next door, how he
watches you as you walk to the bin
with garbage, how he sucks you in
with his bulging eyes. The fuck I
care if he does or not. O to be in
New York now. O to be on some
lonely shore, you say, seeing the
fink next door out over the way.
