WHEN you’re done the poet heard people in the hall, and hushed music.
He was lying on his back and his lips started to taste blood and the chorus came up
and the boys started to sing and Oh oh oh You are alone in the river!
You’re all damned in hell. All the aborted babies screamed, “So lucky to meet you!”
I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment.
You’re all sinners and damned in hell. I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment!
You can take it. We’re the good guys and you’re the bad ||
Right now it doesn’t matter! That your frail screams rise to heaven
We’re the good guys and you’re the bad
Right now it doesn’t matter.
Tears up through her veins go insane
and begging God to stop the rain.
A self-appointed Judge judging and jury.
The world gives it’s life for greater end.
Her angel stood by too long and now plucks
it’s eyes out and lights another cigarette
to comprehend how dead is so dead.
So soft is skin. So scared. Addiction is flesh
:: 06.19.2022 ::