Doubts and guilt, doubts and will
I want a bout with honesty, but still
It ain’t right that I write only to share,
so I walk ‘til I’m naked, alone, and scared
Working on a world made up of lines
a jagged sawtooth, I am dusty hammer tines
aging slowly, rusting like nails in the times
relevance buried in the “who, what, where, why?”
I watch you succeed, I watch you spiral and fail
I watch you unbridled, through a window unveiled
This whole time, we thought our calling had sailed
It was tomorrow we were following, on road & on trail
Yesterdays poem becomes todays advice,
biting me in the ass, these words I read twice,
You counted the cards ‘n I loaded the dice
Who could expect an asshole to play nice?
Every bee stung me, walking to the hive
I can tell you that I’m lucky to be alive
Back on battlegrounds we strive to survive
Us crossing lines, so quick to chance lives
I chamber a round, ‘cus death shoots hollows
Most men just want a war drum to follow
To give them some honor, sacrifice, and bravado
warping the story ‘til each man is Picasso
The drones are marching through sweltering heat
While others dodge illusion and deceit
They see a carpet crawling, rats up to their knees
Fighting for a feast while spreading disease
One beer at a time, one breath at a time,
Wasting money, it’s peace I can’t buy-
Could you spare a little peace of mind?
Or else cut a line and pour me some wine
If you accept my conditions of suffering,
I’ll accept myself and everyone else
I am my own hostage, couldn’t you tell
Pay my ransom or throw me in the well!
Envious of those who grow rich beyond riches
knees grow weary, digging penniless ditches
Rolling the bowl, inhale both genie & wishes
Life is joke between three laughing witches
Mash in the chamber, I am the changer
my experiences distilled be the only remainder,
Gulping and splashing drops upon strange anger
sharing libation and handshakes with strangers
I walk in the woods to stalk a truth I can kill
I’ll beat it and twist ‘til it lies naked & still-
kill or be killed, fulfilling a beast of will
We’ve got a full bottle and I’m a-cooking still
My song is a fly humming through wide open blue
My darling is a harp, playing faithfully and true
My heart is a snake, made of flesh and sinew
We left the apple on the limb, and a new tree grew.
