She remembered her mother
Having problems with the
Booze and here she was now
Having trouble with the drink
Making sure she had sufficient
Dough for the next bottle and
Just like her mother hiding the
Bottles away from sight in case
Her old man got to see them and
Poured them away down the sink
Or down the john and even though
She brushed her teeth regular and
Rinsed out with the mouthwash
Stuff it was never quite enough
To disguise the smell of booze
And he’d be on her case giving
It the mouth and saying I thought
You said you were going to give
The booze the big elbow and climb
Out of the pit Honey eh? What about
The promise to me and the kids eh?
And she could always hear him
Beginning with those words and
The way he looked at her and his
Sitting there with that sour face
Gaze that look of what kind of a
Mess you’ve got yourself in kind
Of stare and she remembered her
Father saying the same words the
Same look and it was just one more
Drink just the last one just the final
Large gulp but it never was and her
Mother never had her last big gulp of
Booze until Mr Death fucked her up
In the foggy night and after that she
Was all dry all silent all dead all right
MOTHER & BOOZE.
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Re: MOTHER & BOOZE.
Seen this movie too- liked your style-
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: MOTHER & BOOZE.
Thank you, creativesoul.
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