spaghetti junction (rewrite)
Dinner times were brutal
The small talk barbaric
We dined on each other’s failures
The whole family as one
Seething and silent
He would get home from work
And sink his fangs
Into whoever looked tender
(we tried to look tough)
His blood boiling
The kettle whistling
The rend and rift
I stayed silent
Played dumb
Took my medicine
No time for coffee
Just the cheque please
The toll of another day
The price of more lies
I excused myself
And crept upstairs
Where you would be waiting for me
Licentious and wicked
And as we lay together
Exploring our bodies
Cursing our lives
Playing each other
Like instruments
From a far away land
We smiled and sighed
Breakfast was hours off
Between then and now
The nectar like release
Of sleep
Of dreams.
Stu Buck
Sat 10th Oct 2015 13:00
i liked this old poem so much i have rewritten it without the obvious influence of the lyricist jeff mangum. the previous version had quite a lot lifted from one of his songs, due to me listening to it at the time. it now has none of his words, just mine and is better for it, i think.