I was drowning in quicksand
You said reach for my hand
But all I could think of was
Pour me another drink
And let me sink

did i miss u enough to drink or did i drink enough to miss u?
i honestly have no clue.
i want to drink to have fun.  
but that can’t seem to happen anymore.
i just drink n miss u more.
i love u so much.
why you gotta make me drink like this?

As I sit
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon


Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again
And starts running and running
Howling at the moon

Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back

Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought

He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon
And I wake up
Alone in my bed

Saying, man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again

The wild beast
Laughs

He has heard that before

And I join
The beast
In howling at the Moon

I stood outside
Between the trees
In a field

On the outside of town
Beneath the lunatic rays
Of the blood red full moon

The lunatic lights of the moon
Casts a wild primeval glow
On me

The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
The wild beast within
Escapes it chain

And I howl with delight
A werewolf
Free at last

To run amuck
Free of its civilized restrains
Throwing off its clothes

Stripping naked
Running wild
Naked and free

A wild man
Enjoying his freedom

Sobriety.
Nobody said it would be fun.
Nobody said I couldn't run.

Run away from memories.
Dive into the bottle.
Drinking at full throttle.

Throttle pushed past her limits.
Jumping hills - watch me fly!
Faster now I'll reach the sky.

Sky dark and heavy.
Trapped away from sun.
Why have I yet to run?

I was sitting along
In a god forsaken bar
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
Of society

On the bad part of town
Over by railroad tracks  
Heading to hell
As fast as I could drink it down

Enjoying my lonely drink
Drinking by my lonesome self

With my partners
Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother
And his old Granddad

Just drinking and hanging
With the Jack Daniel's gang

A crazed ***
With a thousand year stare
Walks up to me

He begins
Muttering to himself

Nutty nonsense
Crazy words
In a lunatic's voice

He had the look
Of one possessed  
By his own demons

That only he can see
Or hear

Possessed by a secret knowledge
Only he knew

Despite myself
I was fascinated  
By this lunatic's tale

So, I stopped him  
And said

So, what's your game
Anyway

The short little dude
Stopped his insane prattle

Starting at me
With that thousand year old stare

Just another washed up
Lunatic

Too many drugs
Too many bad nights
On the wrong side of life

An acid causality from the 60’s
Went out so far
Down the LSD rabbit hole
Never came back

He looked at me
And proclaimed his story

He reared up
And filled up the room

And lifted the bar
On his finger

And stared down at me
From the sky

And said
Since you asked

I am God
The alpha and Omega
The real deal

The original dude of dudes
The sultan of Swing
God of hosts
And father of that Jesus dude

But no one knows me  
Any more
No one cares

They think I am irrelevant
They think I am dead

They think I am a fairy tale
From some olden, ancient time

Some say I am dead
Others think I should be dead
That my work is done

I looked at him
Carefully now
And what did I see

An old man
With that lunatic look
But there was something else

He was crazy
Sure yes
But perhaps he was the real deal

I mean why not
Why would not God be
A lunatic wandering around loose

Talking to low lives like me
In a bar
On the way to hell

So, I looked at him
And invited him to share
His tale of woe

God tells me
Well, it's like this

Many a year ago
People believed in me

But one day
They quit believing in me
And they went on without me

As they left me  
My powers got weaker and weaker
And so eventually I became
What you see today

A broken down drunk
Hanging out  
Looking for a hand out
Looking for some company
Or at least a free dinner

And he laughed and laughed
And I looked at him
And saw the beginnings of the end
And the ends of the beginnings

I saw a million planets  
Flash by  
A billion people
A trillion sentient beings

Thinking all at once
Thoughts filled my head
Lights flashed

And I knew
He was telling the truth

But it did not matter
In this day and age
Of materialism

God has no role
God is truly dead

And so, I bought him a drink
And walked out of the bar
Profoundly saddened by what I had seen

God was dead
And we had all conspired  
To **** him

Long live God

One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights
I shall awake to the God ****** game of life

And sit under the graying light
Of the foolish full moon

And laminate upon my luminance
And chew up the garments of past lives

And cry out my soul
But no one will hear the plight of my mind
On strike for better wages
And more love

Thus, I will sit, and think and dream
Dreams that no one ever before dreamt

It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic
But then as I drink to oblivion
I begin to think

Of all those things that I have not experienced
And wonder with a vengeance

Why God hates me so
Or is it only an illusion?

When will I awake
Or do we just sit waiting for more beer
To cover up

The stench of putrid rotting flesh
Waiting for death to take us away

To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky
Trying to communicate across a gap

That is light years’ long
And will never close

For man was not made to know
The real thoughts of another

Man was made to suffer, cry and wait
For the party in Hell afterward

****, let’s us die and be done with it
Or live without our God ****** dreams

Running our thoughts
Into pits of depraved madness

Your favorite color is green
This has nothing to do with the color of the grass
Or the color of your favorite socks
Instead it wraps itself around your inability to be happy until you’ve spent your money on fake company
Planting seeds in your brain of all the ways your life could be better with
New clothes
New girls
New drinks
Manipulated so heavily that you cannot even consider pulling yourself out of this loop
You’re too focused on all the other things you could get up to

Passion-flicker pyre,
Pipe the heat around us.
Brace your shoulder's burdens,
Burned to smithy sparkings.
White-gray flakes of winter,
Wilting tinder's children
Scraped together, given
Gimlet stares and scattered,
Dusty little leavings.
Lean against another
Passing bottle-poison,
Poise and cold forgotten.
With a little winking,
Wish the glass a fullness.
Call the bottle closer,
Clothed in sunset glimmer.