C. Hutchins, M. Hutchins


Savage Lucy, teeth like baseballs

Eyes like jellied fire

Broke my tooth with a Drambuie bottle

And a demonic demented smile


Well every time I closed my eyes, the world began to spin

Went too far, lost my keys, got home but I couldn’t get in


This is bad craziness

Kinda glad haziness


Awoke on the doorstep

With a kick and a mile

Crawled up the stairs and

Spoke to the sink for a while


Next day the sun rose high

I lay incarnate and despised

Saw Mr. Jack in the late afternoon

And I headed for the sky


I remember the tent, the cookies, the dog

I remember the vomit, the heat and the fog