what to do?
no god to listen to me,
just one who ***** on me.

what to say?
no lover who will stay true to me,
just brief windows of making misery.

where to go?
my brimstone parents' pattern,
is all i've ever known.

how long?
will Kyri keep my line of poetry
painted in red by her bedside window.

when will the realization hit?
the young girls chasing me,
see they are better off without me.

when will
the ones i want
succumb to the web of me.

what to do?
to pull the splinters from the pew,
to get god another Job.

how long will it last?
the states and kingdom ain't united,
all the old folks are begging for a tyrant.

will we ever find comfort?
being alone together,
staring at the maddening sky.