boneman

Posted: 06/05/2012 in house of love

boneman bring

his toy, old ratty thing,

squeaker gone, head hangin’ off–

thick with drool,

cos he has just loved mister flops within an inch of its life.

mama, i love you

is all in his eyes,

he come and give me

that shitty damn thing like it were made of steak and hunnerd dollar bills.

oh, boneman,

mama love you too,

sure as the sun gonna shine on sunday

you better believe she do.

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Comments
  1. hedgewitch says:

    Best kind of love there is, too–the kind that lasts no matter what.

  2. rosemary mint says:

    This is precious! I love it. 🙂

  3. whimsygizmo says:

    This is fantastic. My brain changed that last line to “she better believe she do” the first time I read it. Which added a layer of meaning, upon re-reading it as it is. You drew me in here, from that very first phrase. And the vernacular is spectacular. Wonderful.

  4. I don’t I’m buying what boneman is selling – it doesn’t sound very appealing.

  5. I agree with Hedge, devotion like that is priceless. A pet’s favorite toy is a gift any day of the year.
    K

  6. ella says:

    I know this kind of love, the drooling, devotional kind….
    I have a hound that chases me throughout my day~
    Nothing like those big chocolate eyes, the wag of his tail and his tilted head, gets me
    every time~
    I loved your view

  7. Yaaahhhh!!!!!! How good was the downhill roll on that one. Great voice….sho nuff.

  8. Mama Zen says:

    The real thing.

  9. wkkortas says:

    It’s whimsical and bittersweet and gritty all at the same time, and I have no idea how you do that.

  10. dani says:

    i had a cat once that brought my mother a live bird and put it on her bed. {my mother didn’t like animals.} i LOVED that cat!

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