stranger than fiction
rest nowhere safe
the house on the hill
is dirty & disgraced
trash trade adventure
buy a ticket, take the ride.
feeling discerning
knife in my back
I just said I’m sorry
broke down Cadillac
all I’ve got now
is memories and Her
ancient life in a new world
from sticks and stones to missiles and swords
forbidden knowledge
from alley cats to whores
most get to talking in bed
once we ruined it all
such shame is on hand
the world is a harlot
and pussy is human
it’s stress
and a mess
and I bet you’d like it better if you’d ever try it “my way”
hustle and bustle of rigmarole
Johnny Cash and Waylon,
Jesus Christ & Cotton Eye Joe
I had a dream that she wasn’t right and
prayed for 3 days and was given 3 signs.

One was a cut across my cheek I dreamed beside a whore.

Two was the blood that made me see who was who and what was what.

Three was my death,
inside the cradle of lies a slap to my face with denial

the only thing that’s going and going been going south since Mother’s Day

and to return and think I’d be the same
I may not love the world the same again
bitter distaste and and
post fucking haste
I’ll lick your wounds for free.
if dying is the same as dreaming I’d rather not just wait.
If I give all I got
I’ll die the runner up.
and glory is never gonna be like that.
the face of an Angel
the heart of a chump
and she’s gonna play his fiddle, with those holy fingers she knows exactly how he wants it.
She whispers,
“Thank you”

((He smiles))
and tips his hat.








© Cody Cleen