Like a cyst
you're always there
ugly and apparent
your words like
a common cold
messy and lingering

How on Earth did you do it?
Penetrating this fortress
laying new foundations
sprucing up the joint
and then tear it down
without remorse

Ah well,
at least I haven't got AIDS

unless

that was
your great
finale.

The lips fleet
from one mouth
to another

They once touched mine
and then they ventured
to other reaches

I knew I shouldn’t
be jealous
but I couldn’t help
but being so

For in the end
it is a test
of who has
the most energy

Looks like I lost
out this time

Looks like I lost
out all the times

I could call her a ****
but that would just
be blind anger

She is just like me
free as we can be

But when you
appreciate
a being like that
it hurts

For you finally
get that heart
burning
searing
sting
of rejection
and the
feeling
of being
ultimately
impotent.

There is a certain madness
that rushes into our lives
everyday

You see it in peoples faces
and you hear it in their voices

Well

Some of them.

What can we do
when it all falls down
around our feet
and they,
all of them,
expect us to be commanding

Always
they expect someone
to take the reigns
because everyone
is ashamed
of their own decisions

Better to criticise
than to have
that biblical rock
thrown in your face

So do we shirk?

Do we be hesitant?

Or do we be unabashed?

Yes.

The beer trickles down
my throat
and begins to warm
my soul

I begin to forget
what it was
that I was meant
to do

Pure bliss becomes me
and only leaves me
when people start talking
again.

He had dreams
of glory
that would forever
be unfulfilled

He had two feet
that drug
across the road
that never ended

He had two eyes
that scanned
for signs of life
that didn't exist

He had life

It ended.

He was a solitary man
and he wasn't to be alive
for long

He went to the smoking dens
to play games of chance
and he brought a smile

He only wanted more time
away from the darkest door
and to walk towards some light

But look at his grin
as a hand is laid upon him
and he looks upon an ace

He falls to his knees
and he cannot believe
what the dealer laid

The king of spades
supports his grin, and
the Queen does the same

He takes his chips
and grabs the cash
and his ride home

Upon opening the door
he finds familiar solitude
in an empty squalor

The apartment speaks
and says to his soul
that he is nothing

No amount of winnings
could ever alleviate him

No amount of beer
could make him happier

No amount of women
could ever fill that hole

Good night,
you sweet gambler

Good night,
man of chance

Good night,
you lost soul

Good night,
you old romantic

Good night.