| Praise be to wine and whiskey, deliverers of bound tongues! Raise your voice and wave a fist in the air for truth, For our heads may swim and our steps may stagger some But our chests breathe easy; our conscience is lightened. Confessions flow on in clouds of rolled smoke And the bonds of civility break down in silver shards. |
| Trailer Park Lament The ringing rain roars over, Rigidly wringing my right eye loose, And the left lays listlessly aligned With leftover allocations of light Lifted from life alone. In a liltingly laughable hallway I halt my headless, hollow humanity to Hear the haunting horrors here at home Where Whores and heated heartthrobs hate together And stupid sluts and so-called studs insipidly sing Silly & strange songs that say something lost In Obscenity |