False Friend

I once met a false friend

On a filthy country road

She said you’ve always been

Just an ugly little toad

 

I said I’m an old man and this a lonely place

Be with me

But she turned away her face

And this road is all I see

 

Down that road I’m easily led

Past a crow on a dead light pole

Death’s a snarling puma ahead

And my heart a lump of dead black coal

 

I turn my back to the wind

And try to flee

But that puma’s always been

In that seething locust tree

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Starving in the USA

I am dying, I am sick

My skin is yellow and my liver’s slick

For weeks I’ve been starving

My body’s vengeance carving

What is left of me

My face in the mirror looks like a wino’s, you see

Like a street addict I am filthy and sickly thin

Doesnt matter why, or matter where I’ve been

Will I know the claw that claims me?

Will I know dying before I know death?

The living carry death within, you see

The prescient foretaste of a bitter memory

But the dead are beyond death

Only the living have it on their breath

This House

Snakes in the attic

Rats down below

My mind’s erratic

When the insects show

 

They get on my face

They get in my eyes

They want this place

To tell its lies

 

The walls are sweating

The draperies alive

This house is not forgetting

That here i cant survive

 

I wake up in a trash can

Cant live here any more

And i stumble across the grass

On my way to the liquor store