Saturday, February 2, 2013

Aren't you getting a bit carried away?

After so much suffering, if someone asks us "Aren't you getting a bit carried away?"  Why don't we just go ahead say "Why yes I am and thank you for noticing."  

Awaken my friends.  Buy a bright pink purse instead of black or brown and stuff it full of all the things you cannot live without.  Run away from home, like I did 30 years ago.  Just get on a Greyhound use with a white suitcase and good for nothing musician with a penis and mustache. 

What I didn't realize was my mama snuck her broken heart amongst my cigarettes and strawberry lip gloss.  I can still smell the sulfur when I strike a match.  My own body odor after three days with no shower.  

What I didn't realize when I look in the mirror, I see the green eyed beauty who has been running away ever since. 

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