this red death
if my pain is
supposed to
be a white ball
of healing light,
then what is this
red death i taste
upon my tongue
i gave up on god
when god gave
up on me
the fools will look
at me and wonder
while some sage
will stumble by,
drinking out of a
brown paper bag,
giving me the look
that he understands
completely
and the laughing
man will dance
in a thunderstorm
asking for the
lightning to strike
once again
tempt fate young
man
learn to play the
saxophone and
let that lonely tune
drift into the ether
soon a strange woman
will saunter into your
life and you’ll understand
pain, love and why lawyers
make so much damn money
on divorce cases
Horror Sleaze Trash 