The smoke clouded their faces

It was the kind of smoke that dances

Out of cigarettes and eyes

And music that cries



They were together and singing

Their voices slow and cringing

Hiding beneath the skirts of smoke

Which, with truth, it spoke



The mystery of our race

The misery of our place

Concealing the obscene

Of desire rising between



The lover and her clock

The earth and its rock

But it seeps away loudly

Screaming reality proudly



Behind the smoke, a family of one

Quivers underneath the cruel sun

Of truth and virtue, setting

On their dead hearts, sweating

Seventeen men standing on a shaft

Of grey sunlight

Seventeen men waiting for a draft

Of black and white



Seventeen men all proud and blind

For the victory

Seventeen men all loony in their mind

Oh contradictory



Seventeen men fervent on a march

To their slow doom

Seventeen men die, drop, and parch

Not enough room



Seventeen men are abandoned prostrate

On the battlefield

Seventeen men become slaves to their state

All their hearts are sealed



Seventeen men praised above the ground

Lie breathlessly beneath

Seventeen men glorified by the pound

Their graves, their souls bequeath



Seventeen men were in love with an idea and went to war

Seventeen men died for a border and fought for a *****

Let me tell you ten sick notions that make reality a miserable mess.

Number one is hope, surely there’s no negotiation.

Number two is love; an asinine confabulation.

Number three is ego; our corrupt power station.

Number four is belief in awesome divine salvation.

Number five is desire; the evil conflagration.

Number six is time; its daggers of intoxication.

Number seven is corporeality; damnation.

Number eight is illusion granting exhilaration.

Number nine is our grave conscience, lost in translation.

And number ten is us alive in asphyxiation.

Let me tell you one sick thing that made your day a miserable mess.

This ***** sac of a poem, a genius game of chess.

I am patient and cold like the sea

I am patient and cold like you and me

I am patient and cold like the sea

I am patient and cold like the bumblebee



The bumblebee went out to sea

To fish a shell

But instead it just dropped dead

And went straight to hell



I am patient and cold like the sea

I am patient and cold like you and me

I am patient and cold like the sea

I am patient and cold like the key



The key is more than a key

It wants to find control

But after time it lost its chime

And fell into a black hole



I am patient and cold like the sea

I am patient and cold like you and me

I am patient and cold like the sea

I am patient and cold like the sea



The sea wants to be

Something more

But on the way it swam astray

And gulped its core

And now it is no more



I am patient and cold like something no more

I am patient and cold like you and me

I am patient and cold like something no more

I am patient and cold like you and me



You and me flew a tree

Up nowhere

But it crashed and you gashed

And left like despair

And now you’re not there



I am patient and cold like something no more

I am patient and cold like you’re not there and me

I am patient and cold like something no more

I am patient and cold like you’re not there and me

Unseen and untouched and unfelt.

I am lost and dust and grass.

Shining are stars of belt.

I am nothing but machine brass.



Immortal and breathing and dead.

You are feeling and hoping and seeking.

Dark matter is crumbs of bread.

You are aching and smiling and creaking.



Spleenful and cerise and crying.

She is singing at last.

The truth hiding and shivering and lying.

She is no more but the past.



Flying and dancing and falling.

He makes her music free.

Painting and the canvas is calling.

He fades away and leaves me.



Heights and drowning and dreaming.

We are not here anymore.

Eyes embracing and kissing and streaming.

We whimper and scream and roar.

They died last night while kissing

They die tonight in a hug

Wonder what goes missing

When I sniff drug?



They woke up today

Singing Kant

Wonder why we pray

If He can’t?



They dance all the time

In silence and eyes

Wonder how you mime

Your scream surprise?



They don’t know

But they love for no reason

Wonder when bloods flow

In the summer season?



They cry at night

And paint at dawn

Wonder who catharsis might

Be when they’re gone?

She wants to die.

She wants to leave.

She is nothing more than a cry.

If so, a heave.



He wants to be.

He wants to make.

He is nothing more than a sea.

If so, awake.



She crashes.

He falls.

In love and flashes.

She calls.



He kills her.