Sunday, February 27, 2011

Brown Room

When she was out I went and bought
a can of sand-grained shitbrown
paint & smeared it on the walls
& thought about her lover
& how I'd park near his house dark
nights & masturbate
hatred toward his yellow windows
Eventually she took it in appalled.
I licked one wall
lay on the ruined floor
rolled on my side
her husband with his tiny crippled soul
She closed my eyes. Pretended I had died.

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