What good are they now? Today's pale in those lights.
Beer and wine dancing naked in the dark forgetting
my Judas betrayal until I wake in guilt's shadow.
Messiah in a crypt for 3 days and nights and I arise
dancing naked with youth's drunk abandon and flowers
in her hair she smelling of her perfect cheap perfume
and I keep drowning in her perfect beauty in old dreams.
Could've, should've, would've, kiss the old days goodbye.