love is a battlefield
for all four chambers of a heart
north, east, south and west
i have given up
doomed to doom in a done chest
no more beats, if it’s broken and over,
does that mean it’s complete?
i’m a train lost to the track
a species born something else
brother to the negro, held under thumb and tack
the floor, the war, dutiful baby expression
we come for more and to teach you a lesson
meaness is the last of the virtues
used to use washed up horses, now you are the glue
throw tantrums when the devil asks for his due
smiles are a commodity
some are spared by mathmatics and make you who to be
is it a river that carves the way to the sea?
doctors shiver at the sickness in me
sleep for nightmares, cry out till you’ve cried out
the candles blown out and no one cares
god’s angels say to be born to struggle with death
is to be born clean and blessed
all emporers are to be taxed bare
then strung up to confess
if love is a quotient divide me into you
if time is a moment put on trial what i do
i want to walk till i’m restless then they’ll bronze my shoes
i make jokes to prove i know the difference between
what’s funny and what’s true
god doesnt care who you are
a speck of dust or the matter of a star
he’ll corner you with paint and a brush
know when you lie when you blush
then bury you as he calls your bluff
his fallen angels know enough is never enough
i miss you Lorrie
the way you put my life in a jungle story, Martin too,
two brothers helping out with Mowgli and Baloo.
you used to draw us as a family
sometimes mean but comically
obvious we made an impression on you
i’d say fuck it but you couldn’t and knew
no matter how or who as for love there’s no test to prove
you let me get away with everthing except for being your son
i apologize to you because i made you apologize for the things i’ve done
so i suppose were both sorry, sentenced to the land of dont know and what have i become?
