Walking Grand
Seeing friends of broken dreams
******* eyes crying streams
A constant river of hopes and lies
Selling grams,
Ounces, lies, those streams cry
Too many children for the mother to look after
See Cruz in the Tomorrow
Then Yesterday comes
And a year passes with no difference
Just more drive in Coca eyes
Snorting grime in afternoon midnights
Dirt nothing
Dirt nothing
Pity the soul who gives up forgiving and knows It All
Come springtime,
Gonna plant in the shadows, fortune growing
Plants - medicine - drug - confiscated time
Forgive the mind
Time ain’t time
Grime is grime
Prositituted hearts selling gold and green and white and brown
Trying for rent, in the gutter come night
No fight to vent, too numb, just can’t
Lawns come bedrooms
Bushes come kingsize
Bleeding nose and veins
Throwing needles in the park
The garden
The sidewalk
The supermarket
The local furniture outfit
You see,
They ain’t free
It ain’t me
I try, but there’s nothing to try for
Shoot fountains,
Smack come crack
Hotel burning back
Moment to pack
Heavy, heavy sack
Breaking my back
***** drag
No turning back
No den for slack
Sailing sick towards public arrest
Friends turn friends like rotating doors
Come and come again
In the middle of the day
Confidence doesn’t matter
Exploring blankets of warmth and escape
Poor, poor parades of humiliation
Humiliating Truth
Standing like stamps to smoke
Sad rock crumbling on diamond mirror
Scattering stairs to escape
Towards the park
Away from the dark -
Where’s the light?
Something ain’t right -
Vampires are lurking
And nothing seems to work
Save me if you can -
I’d save myself if I could