Take from the poor and give to
the poorer

Scorched lime on ashy
bread

Bronze in fist and silver
in tooth

You're surely ******,
highwayman

Fizzed at edges like
seltzer water
from a plastic pack

Tell me - what do you
see?

You tell him - I see more
than I asked for

A smile and a grimace and
the alkaline aroma of burnt lemon
wafts in the window

Rock music and emotions in song
legends cast in gold
hesitancy in cracked discs
honesty in teary eyes

Dreamer Boy, you tell him
I see more than I ever imagined

It's a rainy city and a sunny one
all at once.

I bought that coat for a little more n'
twenty dollars, she said.

He looked up and clenched his jaw, coat in hand. Ma'am, you were seen stealing this here jacket.

She protested and the man was going to call for security when the police cruiser arrived outside, silent but lights flashing

Your secret is safe with me, said the officer, and he took the jacket and the man perished, and the woman opened her palm to find a little more n' twenty dollars.

It was the middle of winter and the store was closed, and the corpse of a dead clerk stained the ground for the weekend before it was discovered by the night watch. There was no coat and no woman and the police officer's name was concealed.

"The gods envy us because each moment
may be our last," murmured Homer, and pen touched paper and a legend was born in which a man killed a god*

My fingers drip crimson as I unfurl my hands at my sides
My eyes shine silver like lunar spotlights
My skin ripples with the vitality of the young
I grip a pulsing heart in a bloodstained fist and I
crush it, curling my fingers around it, digging into
the arteries and veins

This moment is my last, for a curse darkens my gaze
and the heart of a dead god dies in my sight

Will you rejoice or run in terror?

Perhaps the manic glow of ichor in my eyes intimidates you like the devil once did. Guess which form I will take next.

Distance is a savage *****
and she tears me apart,
ripping rib from flesh and
pouring blackened blood
that mingles with tears

The kilometers can ****
themselves

Moderation is healthy but
why must it be that the miles
separate us so?

You're my first kiss, my
first love and of course
something so amazing must have
a catch

I didn't think it would be this

A kiss on the chest
triggers the human instinct
to draw a quick breath

Radiating energy as you do
Would you lend some to me
I don't have a coin to spare
and you're practically glowing

Lend a thought to the low and
gain a spot higher, I know the lure
Who am I kidding?
I'm a fool to love, as are you

Spend some gold on a life and you'll realize the
pointless futility,
the hapless mortality that plagues
those immune to life

Open your eyes, my love,
see the sun with your soul

Radiating energy as you do
Would you lend some to my friend?
She doesn't have a coin to spare
and you're at a lively flicker

It wears you down, my love,
don't you see?
I'm burning bright and she is a dying light
and to fuel that fire
she must give some away

I'm burning, ****** to high heaven, and
I rise like hot air

But for you, my love--
There's still a chance!
And to flip a coin, to coax that dance,
your path to hell would quickly advance

Choose a road, my love, as our
time grows short, and my hidden plague
takes my blood and gifts me poison.

Should this vitriol spill from my lips?
Kiss it away, and steal my coins,
radiating energy as you do.