narration of a dysfunctional family

I just thought I would share what I produce when I am woken rudely for silly reasons; please excuse the foreign italicized phrases. The translation is: 'a son of a b***h, thank you.'

this is the... third time I've snapped /
was it the third, second or fourth? I've lost count... it's 448am and I am loopier than a train trying to follow a bendy racetrack /
tossed and turned for five hours; one itch became a whole body twitch to iced stay, wondering where the spider is and how I can kill it /
wondering if it was even a spider after all,
or a moth or a cockroach or a persistent clan of ants... /
    what would she think? she watches me anyway, begs me to spew curtained rage
but I can't / because I'm the one in power with calmed intensity, licensed fuel
behind firepowered words /
my father; he is an arsehole - a putang ina mo, salamat /
he kicked my baby /
so I told him if I ever caught him again I would lodge my foot so far up his anal passage
he would forget who he was and what year it is...horsepower to the arse /
he told Mum; and Mum laughed because she knows its true; she would not care
about a lost shoe partner /
that is one piece of evidence I would gladly leave behind after a kind deed /

he's slamming the microwave /
teasing plastic /
rummaging through unneeded bottles of pills in the medicine cabinet /
and laughing like a manatee in great pain /
and my eyes are as rigid and aware as a magpie guarding her nest /
I rang Mum before /
we laughed, I smoked, she half-worked and we tantalized each other with the idea of a great cup of coffee to start the already-born day /
Putang ina mo's vindictive behaviour echoes through the house like magnet shame /
shame on his part because he knows I have the power, and he is in the wrong /
he got mad, because Mum told him not to kick the cats /
and now he's trying to pay me back... /



I fancy a walk /
the air is as crisp as freshly squeezed lemonade /
many people wake up at this hour because its a good time to walk or work out /
I do fancy a walk... /
I've become infatuated with the angle of light across asphalt and dozing lawns /
it's quite cool, too /
I wouldn't mind being painted in the scent of morning breath /
I really have gone loopy... /
loopier than Jack Nicholson on The Shining /
loopier than a drunk and lost flock of seagulls using their beaks as compasses /
and with no direction in question to follow.

Reviews

[soliloquy]

Oh wow....i am glad you mention the reason for this frustration at the top before the actual reading of this.....its appropriate...
one time i was woken up very rudely by a drunken idiot and I grabbed his shirt violently and shook him!! LMAO I almost strangled him since it was so F'ing rude!

[Alpris]

Hahahaha, yep that's me and my father everyday.

[soliloquy]

He wakes you up that way? Really?

[Alpris]

Well it's more or less the same thing except he is not drunk, but high; or simply just angry and wants to take it out on everyone by making as much noise as he can then throwing a fit when he's told off. I really do, hate him.