Uncle Cuc

It was him
smelling of Old Spice.
It was him
stinking of just smoked cigarettes.
It was him
tasting bitter from cheap ass whiskey.
Saying C’mon little honey,
nobody home right now.
Let your Uncle Cuc
give you some sweet big sugar.
It was him,
It was him again and again.

One Response to “Uncle Cuc”

  1. Roadie
    May 8th, 2012 | 8:30 am

    A color tinted black-and-white film script, the senses writing the scene.
    Feeling erased but not the odor.
    Less sad, hurt more in some way, which may reflect the experience

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