Night, I call you
the sanctuary of the lost
and the no-good,
like the hawk down
in my pillow case
full of forgotten dreams
that old hound time
tears apart like bones
tossed under the table,
so I pull on my new boots
and walk in the dark
with no place to go
but the road that leads
to the ferry by the river,
because unlike lost friends
and dead family, the cold
water will always take me in.

Bed sheets become red sheets,
Pillows becomes tear catchers,
No dream catchers here because only nightmares live,
Feasting on wakeful exhaustion.
Deflated bouncy castles for intestines,
White blood cells searching frantically in enclosed darkness.
Enemy invaders seeping into blood, bone and muscle
As the warriors remain trapped in sticky villi.
Drug dependency is a permanent solution
And overdosing is a consistent caregiver for sleep.
Nausea is a rebellious, suicidal last stand
To go down with the invaders as they're taken out.
A seven year war fought inside your body
With no visible battle lines drawn is lonely.
My skin is pockmarked, riddled with the craters of bombs
Fired from all sides with no mercy for the land.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder what'll **** me first:
The invaders or my body's own troops.

I heard the dog
In an alley, black
Dark and dank
He wore a jacket
He wore it well

The mobsterdog
Sent from hell
As he smiled his grin
Druil dripping
I started reminiscing

We'd had such great talks
Over the years
In a pub,
During a blackout
He was always there,
The rabid dog,
Always ready to share

We still speak
now and then
Only to back off again
We've had crazy times
We had our share of fun
That was before the misery had begun

But I won't walk his line
I can contain the lust
Cause I forsee
the grim, the repulsive
And the ghastly

Because the dog, you can't tame
The dog from hell
Only there to maim
While being your friend as well
And ****, he wore that jacket well