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Just because Mother told Father he looked like some New York tourist, with his Loud shirt and hanging camera, He hit her once or twice, you Couldn’t tell, just remember The yell, the cry and flurry of Fists. Mother looked a wreck After that, her eyes gazed out On a different world like some Columbus on dangerous seas. You **** with me woman, You’re going to regret it, Father said, his bass voice Flowing around the room like A large bell, his knuckles Speckled in bright blood. Mother’s spirit was black And blue, but he never once Touched you, not even a raised Hand; just his words and stare Kept you out of there. You can See her now, cowering when he Came in, standing stooped over The sink and saying softly, Mary Lou, don’t say nothing when Your daddy comes in just let him Settle in to his chair just let him Be calm and unwind, don’t bring Him troubles or worries, just let Him be there. You watched as she Shook when his key hit the lock, The young woman she’d been aged With each hard look and knock. You sit now and see her in the Crazy house, wandering the ward, Gibbering to the walls. You can Still recall your father sitting in His chair, his eyes in some lifeless Stare, with the carving knife Mother Had ****** into him, well rooted There and in the background on The radio some Country and Western Singer was singing deep and slow.
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Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:29 AM UTC
JUST BECAUSE MOTHER.
Just because Mother told Father he looked like some New York tourist, with his Loud shirt and hanging camera, He hit her once or twice, you Couldn’t tell, just remember The yell, the cry and flurry of Fists. Mother looked a wreck After that, her eyes gazed out On a different world like some Columbus on dangerous seas. You **** with me woman, You’re going to regret it, Father said, his bass voice Flowing around the room like A large bell, his knuckles Speckled in bright blood. Mother’s spirit was black And blue, but he never once Touched you, not even a raised Hand; just his words and stare Kept you out of there. You can See her now, cowering when he Came in, standing stooped over The sink and saying softly, Mary Lou, don’t say nothing when Your daddy comes in just let him Settle in to his chair just let him Be calm and unwind, don’t bring Him troubles or worries, just let Him be there. You watched as she Shook when his key hit the lock, The young woman she’d been aged With each hard look and knock. You sit now and see her in the Crazy house, wandering the ward, Gibbering to the walls. You can Still recall your father sitting in His chair, his eyes in some lifeless Stare, with the carving knife Mother Had ****** into him, well rooted There and in the background on The radio some Country and Western Singer was singing deep and slow.
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Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:29 AM UTC
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