Posted by: KJSmyling | May 6, 2009

Summer Afternoon

Part I

Fat backed,
Thong cracked,
Spongy
Mottled flesh,
Bridging the gap
Between
Vest top
And jeans,
The distended belly
Locked,
With the jewelled key.

Draped in tarnished
Holiday gold,
Over exposed
Flesh,
Ripped
Red raw
By beer garden sun,
A litany of lovers
Fades
Down the forearms.

Swapping abuse
On the mobile phone,
Clamped
To the ear
By a heavy shoulder,
She stops,
To sneer
At the child,
Who, flushed with rage,
Sticky with emotion
Has lost its
One constant
Comfort.

The dummy moves
From floor
To mouth,
In one distracted movement,
The child sucks,
Silent
Eyes searching for
Acknowledgement.

She continues to pack
The processed sugars,
Of the weekly shop,
Continues to abuse
The unseen caller.

The child
Sobs
Looking for attention,
She tells it to
Shut the fuck up,
Spitting out its name,
She called the child,
Angel. 

 
Part II

He is stood before me at the checkout,
This season’s shirt stretched across the beer gut,
His children screaming around his ankles,
His fake tan wife screaming at the children,
His eyes screaming, how do I escape?

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