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letra de ken - ishroyale

drilled a hole in the wall, cables in bunches, bitemarks in my plastic straw, almost called grandma, but like a glass horse buckled in the clutches of the raven’s claw, picked the slugs up in her yard, afterschool, walmart and dion’s, in the one where we were almost shot, complained about her sister susan

ken, where have you been? when was the last time that i saw you? was it mardi gras or lafayette? or am i forgetting something more recent? i was only a kid back then, if you must bury me now make sure it’s at the phoenix open or at a festival of crosses

your obituary, and my sister baking, your obituary, and my sister baking, your obituary and my sister baking, your obituary where did my mother go? gripping her phone, compelled to reread what i can’t recall

when the levees get lonesome, and your eyelids supple and starstruck, hands steady on the paint brush like a slumbering scimitar in the pale dust

awoke to the warpath of a saw, handyman let himself in, spit, dark from his heavy chaw, stood like rigid, frozen straw, stuffed into a shirt, a scarecrow in lockjaw, drowsy and withdrawn, been sober now for much too long, messages from my sister and mom, pictures of wine between your wife susan and my grandma

ken, where have i been? let’s ditch pretensions and get to drinking. what was spring like in lafayette? you lived there and i only got to visit. any reasons or regrets? why did you make your employees listen to classical music? between what i’m reading and the shabby memories i have left, ken my friend, i can’t seem to tell the difference
your obituary, and my sister baking, your obituary, and my sister baking, your obituary and my sister baking, your obituary where did my mother go?

when the levees get lonesome, and your eyelids supple and starstruck, hands steady on the paint brush like a slumbering scimitar in the pale dust

- ishroyale

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