maintain possession
all the way to the ground, duh!
You know the rules!
maintain possession
all the way to the ground, duh!
You know the rules!
these words are for the living
we are impolite
frustrated
shouting at the top of our lungs
because sometimes God
forgets the rain when the ground is silent
we drink far too much
standing when we should be seated
speaking out of turn
steps away from kicking the chair away from the noose
no breaks and the handle bars are wobbly
they only pretend to know what is polite
when it is safe to stand at a distance and clap on cue
for us this is all we can do from giving in
for some this is therapy
the only answers that make sense must be shouted
“give me more screaming”
he told the hour glass of blood
time bomb of impenitent ending bellowing in his chest
God forbid that my lungs not be tightly wound alarm clocks
that ring only after the plane has crashed into the side of the life lesson
please want for me this release
let go with me
dance
like the night won’t know morning
let them die silent
for me there will be laughter
at my death bed
let the women all be naked
all the men drunk
preside over my cadaver with a bass drum
guns firing
let there be shouting
for my life is has been a stalled vehicle
on the tracks of an oncoming throat slashing
God forbid
I don’t make as much calamity
as there has been disaster
forgive me my flailing arms & outbursts
I am carnival at both ends
dynamite wick lantern light
between bursts of combat,
crying and combustible self inflicted catastrophe
on my grave stone
a granite reminder
let them carve,
“Here lies a man, too loud for polite council
who spoke out of turn
an axe handle paint brush
who in spite of adversity the size of his own failings
found the faith to try to inspire,
the love to hug those whom others would shun
and just enough magic to dream”
between heaven and hell there is a dividing line
a river runs slow between them
the demons and angels
look almost identical in the dark
My church clothes are filthy
my heart is a dingy bar rag
if you would look close enough
you would notice
I am a zombie
a dead man walking
looking for something to devour
to fill this hunger inside me
my up is down
my right has left me
driving myself crazy
searching for the write words to write
to draw you close enough
to put my teeth into the soft flesh
of your cracked skull
You should RUN for help
this LOVE we share is dangerous
it may be salvation or damnation
I am just not sure which…