The little girl in the pool next door
is shouting, “Leave my brother alone.”
Everyone knows it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity,
but we’re choking on all this light.
Love is a subject
glorified by apparitions
by lengthly ghosts passer-bye’s
good-bye hosts. Love was not
Cohen’s victory march, rather
On the slow rise
your words are as
knives or butterflies.
Still sleeping in a
daydream, a walk-about
Trail of replicas to my
I can light a cigarette from magma,
And I’m used to being tormented by succubi,
And given time, I can make pain a kinky thing,
I can learn to live in hell.
And I think of prepping myself,
For a life in Inferno’s flames,
For my life has already been a hell,
Why would it simply stop when I die?
I still try my best to be good,
And am treated to a sulfur filled slap,
Despite any behavior I may choose,
I know I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t.
So save me a seat Satan,
I’ll join you for poker sooner or later,
Because I pretty much know I’m going to Hell,
So all I can do is try,
And enjoy my ride down.