yesterday was a real drag.

[vonduper]

sad
sad because everyone around me is mourning
fearing for those that they love
it rubs off.

the funeral was yesterday
death becomes a popularity contest
an open casket

eliot came home hungry for my arms.
for my fingers in his hair.
laid down so close to me.
i felt all the weight in his heart
so heavy.
said he couldn't look.
said he cried in the parking lot.
and then cried in my breast.

he knows why and didn't have to ask.
no crying why
why
why
all junky's start out as week enders.
............ users.
............ main liners.
then your mom has found you dead,
three times.
this time you didn't come back
in your friends dirty basement.
with a four month old little girl across town.
born to a teen age mother
and a dead junky dad.

eliot said they had his art spread out on three tables.
a book he drew for his child,
an alphabet book.
each page crammed with as many words starting
a letters,
b letters,
c letters,
a thousand words, drawn out in differently, crammed.
just like his graffiti.
like his sweet head.