cut the kids in half

mirrors are a detail. the simple patient on a sunday drive. want to slow but there is never a time. strapped in the back seat spluttering. a weekend chore on a weekend. should be a weekday chore. clean up messes. provided moddlicoddling. what for? what fur? i guess it is all a part of the contract. i never signed.

maybe deleted.

maybe just underneath a pile of old newspapers.

in the drawer where the secrets are kept.

in the confit of monkeys brains.

little do i know that fathering will kill me. yet i view it with googling eyes. i want. but i don't. i don't understand this doublespeak. i cannot ever make out what it means. must be double dutch. lost in translation. skimming rocks on the estuary. buried in the woods. screaming out of the woods. crime must have been committed. little do we know. little do i care. all i want is the brightness in the eyes. when the sky is just blue, perfect. naieve. i don't care. if it works tell me and i will not abstract further.

how did i end up like this?

kleptomaniac

claws of the underground. tearing out the foliciles. want to go to church, to regress the sins. simulate a liars portfolio. screaming out on the highway. toll. toll. toll. toll. toll. confession in a perspex box. showered with the high horses mane. golden hairs angelic and thin. scheming gets the part where i complain down. error of my ways. need to become a bit more accountable for how i am absolutely just stealing. that final compulsion to steal. may not be illegal version, but isn't the rape of civilisation enough to feel guilty about.