our guilt
Our guilt
It was the longest street in the world on each side
had shops selling salami and cheese, mind each
The product changed its name to attract customers.
Only the street was empty. There is only a certain
The number of salami and cheese needed.
No cars on the road, just a few starving dogs, I took
off one of my jumpers, it's been a cold morning,
and they fought each other to the death.
In some shops, there were cheese parties for mice
I was not invited and continued walking on this street
must end somewhere, I didn`t know where, not that
I can walk the rest of the road tomorrow.
My sister had a hotel I took in there during dinner
She said I had not been generous to my mother this
upset me, so I had several whiskies for the pain she
had caused me, but I ate the food before leaving.
The truth was too upsetting if you did as your mother’
wants you to get nowhere. In a flower shop, I saw
a big rat killing a kitten, and there was nothing I could
do than living with the guilt of having been a bad son
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