just an old poet
i went dancing with a train
but never got the ride i wanted
sometimes you never reach
the bottom of your depravity
the ghosts don’t even bother
to show up anymore
and the hours and days start
to pile like trash
like old phone books used
for kindling
spread my ashes in a field
and cover them in shit
just an old poet
nothing more
nothing less
some fucking sage that
warned all of you but
none of you ever bothered
to listen
to understand
to squeeze the marrow
out of life before the
powers that be squeeze
it for you
we were once young at this
ready to conquer the world
or something like that
Horror Sleaze Trash 