I'm dead desert skulls
listening for living  calls
to arms the second coming
warriors hymns humming
Eat the rich raise the dead
take a Xanax and off to bed.
In morning's light  I blink
in secret dream black ink.

Somewhere near puberty
corner of nuns and set me free
I blew up my past for tomorrow
drown guilt in beer and sorrow.
God please forgive my lust
and give me more to borrow.

I live in Van Gogh's
mad sky of midnight
dance with the ******
settle in our delight.

I keep scarring my heart
with scabs from my tears.
I keep playing my part
for too many years.

The beast blood red Lust
demands a proper fight
**** honesty and trust,
the moon is full tonight.
Shadows die at midnight
troubled dreams of flight
we always die indifferent
like the disobeying kite.

Born in a coal mine town
rarely up mostly down
into a dead cold hell
make a living in a well.

I talked my way
into your broke
smile and *******
Mr. happy woke
tall at attention
the rarest *******
my sweet affection
another misdirection.