The Car
As the car slows to a stop,
the darkness wells around us,
we are on the edge,
all is quiet,
it’s been a month
of everything falling apart,
we make our way home
in the pitch black dark,
do not talk,
I draw myself a bath,
think of my parents
how little money they had,
how little money we have now,
one day this era
will be called a Depression,
but tonight
we beat ourselves against the walls,
for being so broke,
for the car we must leave
on the side of the road
easy enough to forget
we are being sucked dry by vultures
easy enough to forget
there is a war
but quiet now, lay down beside him,
forget for a moment, turn on the 70s soul
make love, still in your towel,
let it all ease out
forget there is not enough money,
not enough money to pay the rent in the house.
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