Featured Writer: Alan Kelly Day 3

The Sun is Dry

The sun is dry
and
streaming through my
window
that soft
oh so warm adulation
wanting to drive on forever
without
destination

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In Respite


grabbed the bulk of a sweetshop

Barely able to fit in my back pocket

Brought this sweetshop

Back through our kitchen window

To the kids all smiley like

An eternity in respite


They hauled it all down

their eyes all stalks

Tongue hangin’ in spite

A good thirty seconds

A fuckin’ lifetime in

Respite


Lie on the sofabed

Listening to people

Fuckin’ their veins

Fingers wrapped around

My dick

Flaccid,

20 seconds in respite


Impartial motherfucker,

Kids go nuts,

Sit with cheap beer

In respite


10 fuckin’ years,

To the fuckin’ day

In respite

Respite

Respite