Thursday, July 7, 2016

Joy Strummer

Mostly, I feel ashamed about being human. Burden to burden. The burning embers turn to cinders. Lost in love's wounds that never quite seem to leave my brain and drain into my heart. "Chug-a-lug, Donna."

Walk around the block, cheat death with every step. Stairway to even the score. Stairway to nevermore. Never you mind that I am sky blind and forcibly taken with each new pair of eyes that I see. Pair of thighs wrapped in plastic. Pair of minds wrapped in magic; "Filigree apogee pedigree pillogee"...the bed breaks...

Heart throbs and broke dick destinies deserting me with each passing day. Shiver on the edge of the pool and rest in the broken glass. Crimson tendrils, rouge running, the King of Fools. King of Pain. Police sirens wail. Distant rumblings. Sheltered from the storms within. Eat the glass and let it sink to the bottom. Love swallowed with a bloody grin.