the end of another week

I hear the sadness in my mother's voice
I try and avoid it to confront it with
second-rate observational comedy
like all of us shitmunchers do

fuck take me to Malta or somewhere
and let me burn in the heat by a
restaurant with fake tourist bullshit
to turn the stomach

it's simply the end of another week
in a hell we wholeheartedly created
to keep the fire away and anything
that matters

isn't it a pity

the child laughing still
a photo of George Harrison
a photo of my nephew
the love we look upon
like Jesus on the cross

still

the gift you gave none
the moment passed, a memory
of sacrifice and kindness
what
novel scene, a playground,
tough, lesson
few words you can't forget

a movie star, a pop star,
a window to a world,
the photo of my beloved
in a field of red poppy
I crushed in my pocket
along with a Virgin
Mary miracle
reminder,
coins and fragmented
dreams, bursting fantasies,
the photo of my nephew
laughing, such a pity,
pity