Poetry snobs can kiss his ***
and beg his fans for a pass
into his simple connection
an honesty of real reflection.

I was ****** and drunk at 3am.
My conscience called my phone.
We ****** and never answered.
I crawled back to my quiet womb
with black light in a little room.
I woke in hell's sun naked tomb.

I know I should repent but I
  gave that up long ago, like
  candy for Lent. Mortal
  sins have been my savior.
  We bumped Ugly's drunk,
  fell in love a week to savor.

Pretend boy made of wood.
Call me whatever you would.
I love you with splintered heart.
Burn me down from our start.

Life starts in a **** farm
smelling like day old fish.
The oldest boy with charm
the parents get their wish.

PTSD father's nervous love
nurtures Junior's anxiety.
War hero shot down above
prays for son's sobriety.

I am cruel and I am kind,
hate me most of the time.
Lust is love is just blind.
Marriage the worst crime.

Don't go back in the deep end
for a breath or two, be real
don't break in two just bend
hearts need time to heal.

Our souls bright light
in sin's darkest night
expose our true delight
as death takes it flight.