there’s a poem lodged in my throat I don’t remember the words or where it all began they say god speaks through signs that only prophets understand where the sky blankets the earth in misty morning dew a child in golden chains the sacrificial lamb lost in winter storms hostage to conflict and there’s no star now over Bethlehem just a testament to unending war
pour me out of this wagon
I need my distillate of poison
I don’t care which brand
just pour it a yard deep
I’ll drink it and be damned
while the thirst is on me
I prefer to drink alone
there are issues to address
I’ll solve them glass by glass
from the comfort of my home
so sort me a fix that burns
I need that heavy stone
something to take me down
to somewhere I can hang my head
until morning comes around
.
there are billions
of death-watch beetles
gnawing at the heart of the sun
there are cockroaches
the size of cadillacs
eyeing up your stuff
darkness descends
this time it’s terminal
no dress rehearsal
no curtain call
we all saw it coming
but we were enthralled
I’m tuned to the misanthropic
my fellow man is no use to me
it was his backsliding
brought us the curse
and flushed us down the crapper
which is where we belong
there are no acceptable excuses
in the information age
ignorance is the only crime
you were all forewarned
but you was somnambular
and would not heed the call
now you are crying
cause you aint got no home
you pray for your children
in the future you secured them
you promised them paradise
but bequeathed them ashes instead
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