Friday, February 12, 2010

pants and strawberry jam.

Home alone,
I walked
.
.
.
.
I walked some more

Another 10 meters
I'm finally in
the kitchen

I gulped some water
my slipper on strawberry jam
Sticky
Sticky
Sticky steps

On my stomach
I laid on the sofa
I thought someone 'll beak my neck
I bent my knees, up
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Strawberry jam dripped
.
Oh
there's nobody home
none 'll break me
.
Strawberry jam
dripped
on my ass
.
.
.
be damned
I'm out of clean laundry.

4 comments:

Drifter said...

This is just wrong ..
so wrong
wrong

Worm said...

Can you write more of this?
<3

Raisa said...

d, you just don't appreciate "good" things ..*that face*

april, how 'bout we start a new cult?

maxxedout said...

I agree with Drifter.
This feels wrong on so many levels.
Good.
But wrong.
Reading it is like a guilty pleasure!