(no subject)
In the middle of the summer
it started to hail like the snows of russia
white duck egg sized ice started to pound the roof of my house for
the first time in my all sixty years of barely making it
it's the country side and nothing much else to talk about
as I was sipping tea by the hand-me-down furnitures with the
woman that I once physically touched, a hail crashed through the broken
terracotta roof tiles leaving a trail of dust and light.
By the time the ice shrapnels melted into the ground, the Woman had got up
and gotten angry. But I was long gone, in the bedroom on the shitter
with the doors locked. It's only time I can think along to myself
about the world as shit happens around me.
it started to hail like the snows of russia
white duck egg sized ice started to pound the roof of my house for
the first time in my all sixty years of barely making it
it's the country side and nothing much else to talk about
as I was sipping tea by the hand-me-down furnitures with the
woman that I once physically touched, a hail crashed through the broken
terracotta roof tiles leaving a trail of dust and light.
By the time the ice shrapnels melted into the ground, the Woman had got up
and gotten angry. But I was long gone, in the bedroom on the shitter
with the doors locked. It's only time I can think along to myself
about the world as shit happens around me.