Ritual routine

She still has a lot to say
Because she gets drunk
Everytime she looks up
And sees the blue and white meadows
Of eternity
She is so in love
She drinks herself into a complete stupor
Because of your silent eyes
Staring from the screen of lonely hearts
And my dad is shouting again
From the living room hole
my name
Till I move my arse
To grab the empty bottle of beer chocolate or chocolate beer (whatever your preference) Carelessly occupying our dinner table space
That ticks twelve o'clock hymn of ritual chewing
Of ritual TV watching
Of ritual burping and hiccuping
Of ritual farting and bluntly looking
Around the room
Around the arms sticking out from our shoulders
And I am pondering
In my chair
In my kingdom of silence and sober drunkeness
I am toying with the thought
Of f*****g your brain out of your island
Island of dry rivers
And drought and draught
F*****g your dullness out of your land separated by a slim blue channel stain
On a map of roads
built by the Romans
- Who knew then
- Who professed
Would lead to you and nowhere else.