Vomiting talk on love, greed and politics Obsessing about pain, loneliness and metaphysics The delusionist prophet in his unslumbering mind Wandering over to you to let you in on a revelatory find That you may or may not want but will come to know While you raise the glass to your sweet red lips trying not to show How bored yet fascinated you are with the next word or forty Because it’s life before it happens or a coda to some other story Told in a way that you cannot ignore because it’s the truth that blows Flooded with the tears that you dried before they stained your pretty clothes To mask the vacuousness of Saturday night boys who can only look Acting **** sure in banter they memorized from a dead man's book No more or less meaningful than anything I’ve ever said or could reveal Of all things that I believe about life that I can no longer conceal From my solitary existence where no man can stomach or stand The constant state of thought rejecting out of hand Trendy desperation of approval and shrewd thievery Faith sales, unkindness and notorious celebrity The things that make me sick with disgust over the human race As I run through the cavities of another poet's dark place I see men bragging and living on vicarious pleasure Accepting ill-gotten gain for an earthly treasure And emotionally immature desires fueling a mob’s fury In reckless celebration causing injury I see the down-hearted unable to find love Because they are different or unattractive I see two men born of the same mother Begging on Christmas day leaning on one another I see the bitterness I feel towards a woman The one I thought was the only one I laugh as I pass the things I once desired And sneer at the people I once admired I see adults talk while my child sings And block my view to rearrange their things I see a happy ******* her wedding day But soon to be divorced with nothing to say I see the only thing that makes people able to cope Is to drink, smoke and **** while death tightens the rope I see good people adopt a young boy And then cancer robbing them of their joy I see reality TV and a material girl become rich Because of a *** tape and being a ***** I see a man go to war and learn about the horror And then speak loudly with truth that causes furor I see praying, evangelizing and moralizing By men of sin taking advantage of true believing I see selfish behavior in search of a feeling Become useless activity devoid of meaning But then I touch you and you turn to me With the look of love that I want to see And I wonder why I burden you With the injuries my mind cannot subdue I continue to kick the apple core in your garden And curse the snake that made my mind harden As your desperate beauty dances within my burning soul Mocking it almost as if superficiality is in control A lightness that incubates within the flame Impervious to all its trauma and pain Waiting for madness to end And for sanity to begin