Family time breaks my bones
and I
laugh.
1:
Drown them, or yourself,
in whiskey and sweet kisses
of the whore you brought to dinner.
They won’t ask her name.
2:
Slice the ham,
tough like my drunk-tank of a heart.
It steams upon puncture.
Teeth tear away my sins.
3:
Grandma weeps, the fruitcake,
consumed by despair,
the loneliness of knowing.
Aged like flowers.
4:
Possessions of dissatisfaction
A bottle and a book
Would cause the fools
to smile, for once.
5:
Family,
pleasant when
absent. Yet without,
life is the dankest hell.