Friday, April 4, 2008

Mom is right

Mom said, "Baby, don't despise it,
the more you do, the more you become like it"
So I ask, "you mean I must like it?"
She sighs. "I guess you aren't enough wise yet"
She is more right than ever about that.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

I hope this plagues you too

I hope this plagues you too
You may put it away as untrue
and reach for the cross on the top-right
But that will not remove the sight
that is etched in my mind
A sight of the plaguing kind
A sight that blew into my face
taking all that faith, that was, away
One man hitting another sang-froid
Of all pity or even humanness devoid

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The curse of living

Guitars and drums
Vs. uncles, aunts and grandmums
Well all I really want is the rhythm
and nothing to do with people who make 'em
It is the curse of living
that makes me take what's given
Humans and more dead, zombified humans
clothed and camouflaged demons
The road to the world outside hidden
and the fiends inside me undriven.