And Just Last Night

and just last night just after right before comes deaths white wings of sleep hard fought I wrestle with not knowing is it to be or not that gift or graft of which some speak. A hand full of pills, I follow down. My sister comes and screams about her Daughters, death at twenty one. The Judge I tell her is perhaps the cause when he finds out that you were sleeping, even sexing with your brothers alcoholic wife. That there are pictures of your car, one being nude and every thing except one's mouth and practicing the fine art's my daughter saw, as did her sun before I came. Black mail is the scam for being married those ten times to bring those Arabs in when even the President did not in ways like that. I am broke because of that, yet even still, I won't do that a picture yells.