Scales not dropped from eyes.
   We lived a fiction of quiet lies,
   for the children we still pretend.
   Perfect lives that will never end.
   We smile, secretly hope we die.
   Worlds collide in blink of an eye.
   Our stage explodes a fire a flash
   our truth revealed in the ash.

God must be Irish.
He can't forget a slight.
He only sees darkness
never sees  the  light.

We nailed Jesus Christ
son of God to a cross.
Waiting for tribulation
for His heinous loss.

They dance alone now.
We died in *******.
A curtsy spin and bow,
despair a wishing well.

Absinthe at dawn
a night club,
a dance hall
  and bordello.
The world swept up
in Bohemian revolution
bright colors explode
inside addled brains
full of acid and my turn
next or I steal your
planet Earth for my
Butterfly collection.
Orbits in orbits inside
more orbits brick on
brick make a church
with graves outside
fading light at vespers
when they pray forever.

Death is everywhere
bodies puzzle pieces
never together again
pray on dead graves.

We drink mint juleps
flirt in old oaks' shade
We kiss make promises
dance upon dead graves.

We live our comfortable fictions,
    litany of lies and small ambitions,
    all the while terrible truths
    hounds of hell horrible proofs
    snapping at our heels again
    feeding on the doubt within
    are we simply atheists
    afraid to raise our fists
    fearing some pearly gates
    God has final say our fates?

I try to keep my life inside the lines.
I drink Alice's potions and it all bends.
Can hardly see where I'm going now or
where the whole **** thing finally ends.
The Queen of Hearts says off with my head.
The Wizard of Oz speaks with certainty.
Toto exposes his act behind the curtain.
I'm in a Cuckoo's Nest; wine is my gravity.