banana pudding puddle.

Apr 03, 2007 09:33

Bethany says that the dirty running water doesn't seem to bother her swollen gums any longer,

and Little Jimmy doesn't mind the pneumonia cough or the stale Cheerios,
and ole Frank Gem,
doesn't notice anymore the worn out soles
or the pity driven stares
at Hayride Road's potato soup Thursdays

for their mother,
ancestors, fat ankled aunt,
and landlord
told them they were taking a chance being born on April Fools

destined for forgotten wishes
and lives considered
no more special than a Myrtle Beach pancake buffet

-austint07
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