What about the children?
You **** a new ******
and leave us orphans.
Soon enough we'll be dust.
Children's cries are mute
in lust's thick walls.
  I put them in orphanage
while I suicide every
  night but still wake in
unwanted mornings with
  ugly sunlight bathing my
bitter coffee I stir you into.

I exploded into my life
born in fierce storms
of light and thunder
faceless light aliens
clean me and fit my
blue straight jacket
hand me to the stranger
they call her mother
who comforts me forever,
if snake eyes roll never.
nothing seems to matter
her spoiled breast milk
nothing worth a splatter.
Conflicted addicted real
world **** we live in curse
offer ******* to buy a shot
and beer and call it commerce.
Stay drunk and no worse to feel.

Kids say swear words,
  smell sweet girl hair
  I never knew before.
  Susan Tucker was my
  first confusing kiss
  loved forever more.

In summer's tall green grass
  we planned our picnic hidden
  from God's all seeing eye
  to hide our secret forbidden
  we gave our virginity away
  as one at the altar of blood
  radio troubadour serenaded
  our marriage baptized flood.

The full moon fills my window.
  Worries bounce around my brain
  like pinball's on gravity flight.
  I wait for a sunrise judgement.
  Where will death's gavel land?
  Inside a Savior's morning light.

Perfume is dizzy in diesel zippers
gorgeous ******* beauty strippers
choose carefully from the menu
men or fem boys or indoor venue
stripper poles lap dances and more
inputs outputs old fashion *****?
Drain and fill your tanks before
you drive off for another hour.

I've been breathing the fumes
of child abuse in dark rooms
full of innocent mushrooms
suffering through full moons.