Marriage Problems
Ein Gedicht von
Daisy Picoems
I think my wife is possessed by a ghost
he is using her body as a host
She's been acting strange
I wanted to shoot her
but she ran out of my range
I think she's growing some fur
She's been scratching the paint off our walls
and sneaking around in dark, cold halls
also she's collecting dead bugs in a box
and I caught her killing a fox
Last night she sat awake
drawing a black snake
It was totally dark
the only thing I heard was a dog bark
I don't know what to do
I don't believe in the church
there's blood on my shoe
cause I hit her head with a torch
maybe I should leave and go on a march
I think my wife is okay with the ghost
I'll head out for the coast