The man who’ll be the Fool
head up in the air
Gnawing on his fingers
till finger turns to bone
but who even cares?
He’ll meet you on a corner
or some dark and seedy park
and you’ll chew your fingers
till finger turns to the bone
And you’ll still be in the dark
He buried pills in fertile dirt
and turned it all to shit
we [...]
Untitled Tercet (Chemical Elegy for Psycosis)
Elegy for Sheryl Lee
Wrapped in plastic floating down the lake
your fiercest smile and most eloquent mistake
Laura Palmer, you were my heart’s truest fake
I fucked your lover atop your grave
tired of taking what you never gave
fire walks alone, you’ll never be saved
You outgrew the drugs and the sex and the lies
while we still sit and sift and surmise
what we [...]
