through the standard eyes

he drank through hours working
she wore cream on her face

he sawed through paychecks calling
she ribboned all their waste

so every day,
they could ignore,
the finger in their thoughts.

pointing to,
the simple truth,
more often than not.
the only way to bear the engine is to turn the head
and hide it in the couch cushions when the engine's dead

the only way to steer the car is to turn the head
and let it go, to coast along, when the engine's dead
she drank her whiskey fluids
she cleaned her rabbit coat

he sawed through steak and lemons
he shoved them in his throat

so everyday,
they could ignore,
what older children taunt.

the problem with,
the simple fact,