Some die in pain
others in soft rain
of kind Morphine.
Look alive machine
gives the false hope
a pretend tree rope
church choir swinging
from ugly trees singing.

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.