Family –

Walk on any further, could fall off an end of the World, my Guardian -‘Keep going’
Parents died in a beige-shaded car crash, he was inebriated through lightening, and she was too much to bear, so he strapped her in tighter than usual
Their funeral, no one’s big deal, life insurance documents falsified, so said an old priest using fonts filled with tap-water
Mum, always holy, now ‘ghost’, Dad, failed mass attempts and funerals regularly
Later, found out grey orphanage inherited three siblings, that means ‘flesh and blood’
I’m now looking-out and looking-in at the Internet, for them, it solves a lot of my problems, they won’t escape me
Refused gun and gin licence, don’t know why, suspect it’s because I’m a convicted convenience store bad loser
The one brother with the two sisters had a good dancing record, formed a Trio for money, you name it, they waxed six odd shoes, performed it, I found them out, spoiled their encore two nights running
I’m back at The Dispossessed Rooms and living near large water, and I’ve no canoe to throw bladed oars into

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