A bad joke without
lines
Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma
My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties
A stale and ugly kiss
Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste ,
thin proding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh
This time harder and harder to beat the flies,
the damp syphillis, the drain
Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten
There is no dark pride in lonliness
Escape those thick heads,
denounce those addictions and memories fade
What's your pleasure, pistol or syringe ?
Then take aim and fire...Watch those memories
Or drop dead
"The Whorse's Mouth", 1996