I’m a
Known Stranger.
A Drifter.
Pushing Danger.
The truth is I’ve just got too much fucking information.
To suit you,
And you too.
If you didn’t like the last one you sure as shit not gonna like this one.
I’m a
Maniac in Revival.
Ducking Knives of
these Demons.
Beasts.
All in the same.
No truth spilled there.
Real Talk.
Rolling the hearse or
the first steps to walk
Right on time.
Nevermind.
I’ve total loss cars
like 15 times.
It’s a magik new book of rhymes
Written by who?
The False Prophet
Can you add it all up for the Jews?
If the Elders have told you watch the sky for 32.
Days. You see thru the Moon.
Dias. Bueno.
Noches. Everything up there.
The night sky.
Pleasently Scary.
To this feeble minded Earthscum.
Mud & Air.
Who the fuck is over there?
I can’t see out.
I can’t look in.
It’s a closed container that we’re in.
Stuck.
Earthfettered.
Remain Bonded.
Did you hear how I responded?
We can’t escape.
This Vault.
5 letter fairy-tail.
Late nights &
Honky Tonks.
Four letter words
from Whiskeybreath.
Been Dancin’ with Angels.
Got Killed by Death.
My mind is still open.
Loaded with Filth.
Shaming me crying.
Lying with guilt.
I may need a lawyer.
Send us your guns,
all your money too.
Trying to forget.
No one ‘round here rests.
I been up for a while.
Now coming down.
For the best.

© Cody Cleen