ABCs

Where I live:
Alcoholics scream profanities
Bums secure their supper
By digging through our leftovers
Cats fight in alley ways while
Drugs are taken quietly
Ever so often I wonder how
Far we will all
Go to find what might
Hold us together before
Indecency is the only thing,
Just the one true thing we
Know

Our Taxes Buy their Drugs

400 and Broadway, that was the address,
400 and Broadway is where people could care less.

50 dollars of food stamps are yours for a fine
25 dollars cash would cover 4 times

4 times of elation, of freedom, of joy
4 times with a needle, a rope and a cry.

Make me into the murderer

Because I could never be a martyr

You'd have to be a saint

And to you I'm just a sinner



You hold the hands of all the blind

Yet leave when once they blunder

All you ever give this world

Is wrongs for them to warble



Your own sister is the harlot

Yet this grace you'll forever hoard

Each person is a tally sheet

And your religion; to keep score

Your cigarette, your alcohol
I wish was my obsession
That at least my fingers feel
I could easily correct them.

But Vague is my addiction
Shapeless in the night
Begging for attention
It’s my restless, worried mind.

My master is anxiety.
My need is apprehension
Please give my head a patch
Or a helpful 3 step program.

Some soft lace
A smirk on her face
Red on the window panes
Blood stained on the window panes
A spoon near her light
A candle’s her only light
This is the carnival
Filled with lovely cannibals

And maybe when the dusk is here
When the sun hangs low
When it’s cool my dear
Maybe then she’ll walk with you
Walk until 5th Avenue
She’ll wear the red lipstick
The color you like
And paint her eyes black
So they match the last fight

Goodnight, Goodnight
Goodnight, Goodbye

Promises, promises
I don’t detect apologies
You couldn’t hide behind
Just strings
Instead you made a rope for me
Tied it tight around my knees
Tight so you could squeeze me clean
Squeezed so I would maybe sing
Sing so you could run from me
Run because it sets you free
If free is where you want to be

[I’d suggest quite literally, you take the trail marked ‘idiocy’
I assume you know it well, (yes my dear, we all can tell)]

I am a travesty

A living, breathing
Parody
Wait, that reflection
Isn’t me
It’s you, its you, its you
I see.