she stumps me with silence
an emotional trainwreck
with dire results
The pity of wrongs
half-cocked
and on the trail of
troubled dreams
anything goes it seems
those buckets are full of tears
for sale
virgin tears for witches brew
I wasn’t there, not even my fault
the firmament also called a vault
and the stagnation of information kept clean until this afternoon
everyone’s prayers with not enough hope
sorry there folks no more gay jokes
a fistful of dollars
fray’d knot in the rope
I’m just running around on
nothing, zero, zilch
you’ll find what you need
deep in the filth
my thumb on the highway
eye fucking the guilt
the lust drags me...