Raymond was a dogboy… mama fed him off the kitchen floor. Raymond was a dogboy… chewed the gristle from the chicken bone Mama came home from work one night with a bottle of gin and a butcher’s knife Sat Raymond on the counter by the cutting board while papa and Jackie held him still Papa held him close, while Raymond winced through his nose. When the knife came down, he bit Papa’s finger to the bone.
Raymond was a dogboy, but he ain’t a dogboy anymore.
Raymond was a dogboy… pissed any place they laid the paper down. Raymond was a dogboy… always chewing one of Jackie’s dolls. Mama blew away like smoke one day, and Jackie ran off to find her He drew pictures of ghosts on the bedroom walls Traced the silhouettes they left behind them With an oven mitt on his bandaged hand Papa shaved young Raymond before putting him down to bed
Raymond was a dogboy, but he ain’t a dogboy anymore
Raymond was a dogboy… nibbled off his papa’s ear. Raymond was a dogboy… crawled on all fours everywhere. But some nights he would wander far away, Sleepwalking upright on his hind legs He’d paint little faces on the backs of boards The faces that he’d seen in the children’s ward His commissioned work on the pages of a magazine Now he laps Romaine-Conti in the back of his limousine
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