Mau.

Smeared in remains of the pallor of virgin maternity sanguine,he lay hanging onto the throes of life.
Surviving the familiar graze of vulcanized rubber onto the monotony of concrete streets,the humm of automobile,a hearse over him, it lay hushed and unheard, so tiny, like a flying speck, somehow caught up, forced to live.

I carried him in cut up pieces of an old cotton skirt.
In my bestest cardboard shoebox.
Adidas, impossible is nothing.
Impossible was my mother.


Handed over to me by a friend and a bunch of good hearts.
Yeah.
That thing should have been curling its tail on its weewee and hibernating with its litter.
I opened the box, once in a while to feed it my thumb.It was padded with tissue and an old rag.

Whenever there wasn't a truck honking its hooter.
Puffing carbon over my baby.

And the hot dusty wind blowing through the open three wheeled auto.
I just wanted to get it to a quiet warm place.
Tiny was just opening its first eye.
Just the upper half.
Like it was learning to wink the first ever time.
Straight to doc, I thought.

But hoe, Yeah!
They don't hit up their clinic till its late in the evening.
And I saw a pure bred dog that was easily half a lion with its rectum meddled.

And I feared for tiny.
I had him cleaned up like short stroking licks of a tongue with warm tissue.
His tinilicious nails clawing into my skin as he climbed my torso like a babychild.
His suckles.
I fed his littul lips milk from a swab of milk soaked cotton.and he struggled with his quarter eye open and bawled.
This was how he sounded.
His distinct smell of milk and tonic.


I miss you billybob mercury <3


RIP 20 Feb 2010