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[ HH ] Unclean

 
Can you please point out to me  
which way the wind is blowing?  
The weathervane atop the trailer  
seems to be broken  
Not quite certain whether I am coming or going  
knowing I just can't seem to sit still  
while time speeds up in a peculiar slowing  
 
I'm not clean  
 
neglected like an infected rash  
 
I'm not clean  
 
Doctor needles strewn about  
a heaping of white trash  
 
Can you please tell me  
will the sun ever shine in the sky again?  
The darn shades in my room  
refuse to roll up for some odd reason  
 
Maybe I should take it as a sign  
It's no longer Sunny season  
 
I'm not clean
 
---a life sized doll overgrown by crabgrass  
 
I'm not clean  
 
Beetles drowning in a discarded
glass beer bottle  
 
Mama  
She had a baby  
and its head popped off  
 
I said,  
Mama had a baby  
and its head popped off
 
 
Deflowered  
by his loving hands  
that began to choke and throttle  
 
Nothing special  
now just like any other weed  
 
Papa,  
Was it everything you hoped for?  
 
Like your precious medicine  
you insist you can't live without  
and always seem to need?
 
 
Written by MaryWalker
Published | Edited 9th Nov 2021
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