12/03/2015

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Morphine and Cancer Cocktails

                                                               if you go down in the woods today


                                                 not much
always having a paper on hand
   for kissing on tele
and
   eating our sweets
the wrappers stuffed down
   the side of the chair
                                                 not much

                                                                you're sure for a big surprise

                                                 not much
drunk on whiskey
   driving laughing
singing shouting
   geronimo
when us kids asked
   the name of that indian
                                                not much

                                                                da da de da in the woods la la

                                                not much
wiping his mates brains
   from his face
in the heat
   of the cameroon
bone and blood
   matted hair
                                                  not much

                                                                  picnic time for teddy bears

                                                  not much
his pet goat
   in winter
they would ride a sled
   down the hill
and the goat
   would pull him back up
                                                  not much

                                                                 la la la la la le la le la la la la la la le la

                                                 not much
wearing his sisters shoes
   walking home from school-
having bit the teacher-
   he leapt
into a ditch
   to escape a Me109
                                                  not much

                                                                 are you there mother

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