Each button
Of the elevator
Is lamented with the misers
Of religions rejects

To see the
Face of a man
Forgotten in time is
To look in the mirror
Every waking morning alive
And well until you are no longer

The centipede creeps
Like rain wet fingers in the
In the depths of a mournful jungle,
Swearing that the good times are ahead
Of them if they can just survive this summertime

Entranced, we mention
Gods but in our
Dreams only can
Imagine ourselves

Freud said
Something like that

But he's dead
Long gone
Living in books
To be:

Misinterpreted
Misspelled
Misused &
Manufactured

For future generations
Of blood thirsty swine
Wiping their ***** with
Hundred dollar bills and
Ingesting 50 cent pieces
Just for the hell of it

When the night finally falls
And love subliminally dies
The circus will stay open &
The ferris wheel will continue
To spin and spin and spin

I like the
Way you
Brush your
Hair after the
Nightingale sings

I like the
Way you
Say you
Never hated
Until
You
Met me

I like the
Way you
Make up things
That are
Seemingly true

But when the
Do needs to be done
The only way
You act
Is Blue

And the separation
Of ourselves
Is left
To the open road

The naked toad
The unmentionable node
God's broken big toe

"The Devil made me stub it,"
The friar said to  brother John, "We got
To get out of here, we don't
Have very long."

Press my linens with
The soft ****** hands of angels
Let me pray for my own sins
My own low down ***** miseries

As we walk to the top of the hill
We think we are entering the right realm
There are secrets in the stones
In the rivers
Within the leaves and the branches
Of every living tree

Listen

Hear
And learn

To believe