While y'all praying
I'm just a playing
my banjo
solo.

The way we're being led in,
well,
it's doing my fukin head in.

real in the
unreal city,

Eliot put it better,
when he
wrote,
' I had not thought death had undone so many '

who's had a hand in this 'Wasteland'
and
where's your love song now
Mr Prufrock?

so long
which is as long as it is or
longer if the government decrees.

no one talks of Michelangelo.

He's wearing a black mask
as if
someone had dealt him the ace of spades
when we all know it's only Russian roulette.

better to be safe than secure?
yeah,
sure looks like a bullet to me
though.

Through the openings of his eyes where
the dream lives on and dies
I see tomorrow in the background
a blackground for the black mask

I want to ask him then about now,
but don't know how to phrase
the question.

The chamber spins and
the dealer.grins in that
Russian kind of way,

he keeps asking
why
I don't write
about him

my dear,
my sweet darling,
it is because
you
do not cause heartache
and pain
like the others did

I do not know
how
to write
when I am in love

“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”

I know heaven
because I dared to touch
the ground
My truths are warped
but they are my own

I like the Hangman so
because he sums everything I know

I know light
because I drowned
in the dark

The days I was lost
were key
to finding myself

And I know health is a lie
and I know illness so right
and I know right and wrong
lie so close and it feels so nice

I know what I know
and I do what I can with it
I tried not hard to grasp
it simply came along my path