Slumped and grumpy.
Soft and ugly.
God’s at the end of my bed.
I rolled around
And lost my head.
God’s at the end of my bed.
The farthest I could be.

They fake *******:
Dust’s collecting in a box.
All alone
I ******* teeth.
Lonely tongue
Itching sores
On the back of your neck,
Surfacing amongst silk
Far, far way.

Entangled comings
That spread through static
I hope are lost.
I hope you’re lost
Running over follicles,
Allowing them to breathe
And drip.

God is at the end of my bed.
I lose my head.
God is at the end of my bed.
I take his head.
The closest we could be.

i've written sixty eight poems
on adderall in an hour and all of them
are living up and getting married
having kids and taking three week
vacations in the carribean
living fulfilled lives under no control

healthy, fruit dripping naturally
even when things go wrong
they sleep soundly.
i am distracted by how perfect they are
and admire them with jealousy
when i should be asleep

The graveyard
had been redesigned
The walkways had
been realigned

The biggest change
At least to me
Was the signs now out
For all to see

Five short words
that we all read
Not keep off the grass
Don't tread on the dead

Genius,
You'd have to say
Don't walk where we
The dead all lay

This sign,
It said it best
Don't tread on the dead
Let them all rest

Keep on the path
Respects may be paid
Just stay off the grass
One request made

The simplest sign
The words stay in your head
Not...keep off the grass
Just...Don't tread on the dead

In the mountains of old
A sword rests having just been forged
Waiting now for the respectful keep
All bow to revenance of thee

Years will pass before claim is made
One whom has a soul that bleeds
Broken yet still fights
One who loves with all might

The sword shall rest until such time
For the one whom she has in mind
Forged she was off blood, sweat, and tears
Lays in wait for years

One has come who demons have fought
Gallantly trodded the Devils lot
Ripped was the heart of this keep
Only to love again wholeheartedly

Once eyes were set upon this sword
Her beauty seen from the delicate forge
Though covered in dust from years of wait
The keep takes her as is fate

At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads

Robert Johnson met the devil
Sold his soul so people say
Robert Johnson at the crossroads
Just to trade so he could play

I've prayed in bars, been drunk in church
Now I'm here to end my search
I'm standing at the crossroads, Devil come to me
I'm standing at the crossroads, Devil come to me

At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads

My bottle's empty, gun is not
My guitar across my back
I've made my choice, now hear my  voice
I ain't never going back

I've prayed to all god's angels
Said that I'm an empty shell
Today, I'm on my way to heaven
Or, I'm on my way to hell

I see someone in the distance
Has the devil come to me
Is he here to make a purchase
Or refuse and set me free

At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads
At a crossroads at the crossroads


I'm at a crossroads at the crossroads
Devil Come to me

I'm at a crossroads at the crossroads
Someone set me free

I'm at a crossroads at the crossroads
Devil Come to Me

I'm at a crossroads at the crossroads
Someone set me free
Someone set me free
Devil come to me
Someone set me free