Drunken pipe

stir the oatmeal
before it burns
you know how it sticks to the pan

Man made freedom
to keep himself erect
when things seem bad

the scent of lilac
is heavy in the air
after a while,
it begins to smell of vomit-
or that’s how she starts to imagine it,
after some time walking out in the evening,
and only smelling lilac

lilac and earth
and that wet moldy smell
where you feel something pervade the bit of world around you

our Uncle arrived in the middle of the night
we found him in the morning
ember still glowing in his drunken pipe.

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