A wife beater sits, wearing a wife beater, downing a wife beater.
Slams his corpulent fists down angrily,
Demanding another,
Until the whole world goes blind.
Arguing over the purchase of over-priced tax-free minty breath,
Weeping and cackling fiercely as
Money slipped through his limp apathetic fingers,
Soot snug beneath his clammy nails.
He paddles through this familiar pool,
Laser green and indifferent,
Gasping, giggling.
Infancy creeps up, curling the tips of his desultory
Chapped and cracked lips.
Grey roots standing tall,
Armed with bulwarks
Battling time.
She sat
Pigtails and buckle shoes,
Watching,
Enchanted by the decadence,
Nauseatingly thrilled at her own youth.
We are immiscible.
I gulp us down with emulsifiers but, ultimately,
We split.
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