the scent of dead piss
alone in an alley
broken bottles
jagged edges
acute to the touch
(a dog’s yelping
permeates
the dead air)
C –
I heard a child crying
then I realized
that child – that child was me!
shaking
like he hasn’t had a drink
for 2 whole days,
he tilts
the bottle
to his lips
and the poison
penetrates his system.
(blood transfusion
falls to concrete
kisses cement)
C
red cement
where his lips
graze the ground,
his mind fades
and all
thoughts
become
(blank
empty
dead)
C
Notes
- One of only a few songs we carried over from the 1992 Hated Uncles to the reformed 1997 Hated Uncles.
- A song that usually resulted in yours truly dropping to my knees or falling or standing on a chair…doing something like that.
- This was a poem that I transformed into a lyric for the band. I loved what the band did with it! The band brought the
lyric alive. - An Uncle
favourite of mine.
Written: 1990