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Salmon Dinners (clocks)

Monotonous
And almost without
Emotion.

Salmon dinners were a favorite of mine,
Back when the family
Actually ate like a family;
Back when the dinner table
Held something more than bills.

Salmon seldom reaches my pallet these days.
I am too busy
Crying into my food,
Tainting the dinner with
My tears, poisoned by anger and hate.

“After all,” John said,
“It was only a matter of time.”
~
All the clocks tick differently in this hell house.

July 9, 2004
Suge


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Salmon Dinners (clocks)

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