Dime A Dozen

Sit alone, Dead eyes
'Where could they be?'
Missing the pretty sounds
Out they had wandered
From under your guard
Lets then pretend
That there is someone still there

'Lost in the forest,
Drowned out at sea?'
Ask the empty windows,
The steel frames and bolts

There is someone still there
Claimed the tongue of your bard
'Where could they be?'

And they were starring
As you missed the pretty sounds
Dead eyes wander
And no heart is around

The Pigeon are fucking on the sidewalk-
Summer is here again.

That blind, deaf and dumb kid plays some mean pinball

I, to write a poem
Rock Opera distracts
Pete Townsend is fuct

Messiah at gunpoint

He wants to save you
From the burden of choice
From multitask suicide
From death by a million paper cuts

He wants to solve all of your problems
The will to live vs. the need to survive
The darkness of being vs. waking life
Falling upwards through a kaleidoscope of blinding reflections

Different from each other Christ for the future
He builds a bonepile of false assumption
He wears a halo of gunsmoke
He walks on the ashes of the age of indifferance

He wouldn't do this if he hated you

Heroine

I left you because
Just because
of the way it all was

I'll tell you why
You made me cry
Like somebody died
You broke me inside

'Addicted to you'
Words that you used
To try and defuse
But they only confused
Like narcotic abuse

I was always there
To break your despair
Stroking your hair
when no one else cared
But still you were scared
That my love was impaired
Despite all we shared
So you smashed our repairs

That was too much to bear

So now I walk on
I am grinding along
Shrapnel embedded
When I triggered the bomb

You were my cargo
In a way you still are
Lodged in my body
Instead of my heart

Parade

Beating our chests with knuckles scraped bare from the pavement
Snarling
Howling
We race across the gridlines they have set

Their greyed and wizened jowls snap at our heels
Spitting curses at what they cannot have back
And as our feverish hands rip and tear at the artifice
The fact that we will soon be as them is strangely comforting