Have you ever stepped out in front of a moving car?
Have you ever nearly fell backwards down a flight of stairs?
Have you ever had gun metal pushed up against your skull?
Have you ever had a blade flash under a streetlight in front of you like the teeth of a rabid dog?
Have you ever climbed to the edge of a tall building?
Have you ever been cornered in a lie?
Have you been completely uncovered?
Entirely discovered?
Soul unearthed?

Die three times and I’ll show you life.

Burnt words die as embers turn to grey
The fluxuations are as predictable as death
I’ve tied the burdened mind to the lightening rod

It has been Seventeen
Months since I last wrote

The ink grew stale in the air
Of the outside world.

The prison bars become thicker
and the canvas is smeared

No rhyme, no reason
A simple etching

I think of the insipiration of
Insanity, like a falling rain

A drought has come
And dried this land

Life is such a beautiful mystery

Last night you taught me
To relinquish control
My arms tied to your bed posts

This morning my therapist
Tied the animal in my mind
To a giant oak tree

The formula to go from
Depressed
To
Manic
Is this-
12 beers
2 valiums
A whiskey on the rocks
A beautiful sunset
And an hour of Bukowski

You don't spit
After dragging a fine cigar

You don't throw up
After drinking a fine scotch

You only purge
When you've been with a fine woman

My shirt hangs off your *******
Like a flag on a conquered citadel

I will pay hell for this
But not in this life