Calvary

     Note for Reviewers

Two day old stale beer
Gonna lug it down and laugh as I pour nothing down the drain.
I'm asked if I'm a drinkin' man?
  No, but you gotta admit, I let nothing go to waste.

Two week old sex affair
Gonna pass it around and sob like you're not even standing there.
I'm asked if I'm a woman's man?
    No, but you gotta admit, I let nothing go to waste.

         What's crooked in me is coming up strong
             I'll do anything you like.

Am I, yet, so fitting?
 Am I subject to your rule or am I out of your domain?
  Could you show me where the brewers' w****s lay out?
   Could you hail me a taxi cab and blow that lazy bar to hell?

    Too long since you've left me here
   Careless on the floor boards filling every crack with skin.
  You could ask me what I'm doing here
 but I cannot guarantee that I'll know any more than you.

           I'll say anything you like.





     Feb. Mix

He said,
          I used to think of God as nothin' but a lit candle. That was, until the lady in   the hall with a white gown on and a stethoscope cried,
                                       don't get any wax on me, you'd better watch where you're planning to light up. Let it be no place that you wish. And like the garbage girl says,
            you do not have to worship to acknowledge its possibility.





     May Girls

               Drenched in the fragrance of rose
               May girls glide across an ocean in the room
               Takes off her clothes as she walks away.





   Tall Tale Tell

I'll tell you a tale if you can handle it.
I hope you can handle it all on your own,
and may you who make applause and shake hands with it
tell the other men out there who have all passed me by,

I know you know better.

A man you knew whose breath and blues were drowned in gin
kept on slapping his wife around until she went half blind,
and every time she spoke her mind and blended in
he'd leave her with her skin indented -- bags full of ice.

You know you know better.

On a night of drunks and piss in veins and gasoline
his wife, your mother came home too late to stop the parade.
By the time she had the chance to open the door,
you were martyred by the man who slept a short way down the hall.

We all knew he knew better.

And Mom, she stood herself up in her good-will clothes
while you raised yourself up off the bed and posed like Jesus
                   Christ.
What better hands of fate to take his life away
than the bloody ones you have outstretched, far to your sides?

I believe you're a killer.
      You will feel so much better.

So you stuck him here and there and there and back again.
Your arms grew too tired from swimming 'til you were red in the
              face.
You can only be a martyr while you have a friend.
After that, you are a victim who knows nothing of a crime.
After that, your sound is less and less than permanence.
                  You should know better not to cry through
     the
            night.




   world of glee...

    and they know it was me, so
    i've promised to each of them
    that i'd leave them with bits of me
          morose as my body can grow
    i'll be eager to please for them
      they can get me in my dreams
  i'll appease until i trick them into boiling cauldrons
       of what ever kills a rat

and again with those uniforms, you look better in a blender
     need a morning moaning
                                 

                    ...Bad Saloon
                    unburdening those ghosts
       who
          pace
              around
          you

 in a perfect ugly world of glee, you'd be happy
with your millions

     but you'd never stop from counting
      
        what a shame
           you have no soul to help you.





   :'

 Art is life because it can be important and mundane at the same time.





   Customer.
        
     There, there, cattle-bred colt with a stupid brain. You're a mouth-breather, you can't help it. Having trouble with your alphabet already? Dummy, it's over there. Here, let me take you, and please don't be embarrassed to hold hands this time. See, right where it should be, huh? That's right. Wanna treat? Oh, yes you do! There's always more for less. Well now, here's a wonderful thing you've picked out to waste your time with. How nice. Good choice...for you. Oh! Come now, don't cry s**t-for-brains. Why are you crying? Yes well, I thought you might be wrong for a 'tick, but that's not always right. Let me clean that up for you right away. Here you go. Alright now, bring your new toys back on time so another little b*****d can steal them. Okay then, here's your bag for the floor of the parking lot; though, I'd love, and much rather see it over your head because you would look positively adorable dead.





   Charlotte's Collector

  I take a path through the park on my way to die at work.
  I listen to music with lung cancer.
  I listen to it loud.
  I can cry for any beautiful reason I want to, so I wear sunglasses.
Of all the sensory ways to be overcome and bullied by power.
    Charlotte's collector has left me with a riddle and tears in my eyes.





   City and Bayou

And if you're telling me tangled up like a freak,
 that you're burning in sheets...
Just how hot could it be?
And what you're telling me now, is that you're likely to leave.
Don't you sick 'em on me now.
I'm not ready to greet them.

          and now, you listen to me
           and pray you get it right;
            don't you dare be frightened or I won't hold you tight.

   They can show us how the nightlife can strain us.
   I push you, and you push me.
   Better me than you, but if I can save us,
You can too.

So to stay put and fight,
 you strangle them with a knife.
I refuse to be quiet; I know I wasn't invited.
But if you shout in the bayou to the cities in flare,
 You can smother those fires just by choking on the air.

             and how you listen to me
            will depend on how I lie;
           don't you dare be righteous or I'll leave you here to
              die.

   They can show us how the nightlife may stain us.
   I push you, so you push me.
   Better me than you, but if I can save us,
So can you.





   >>>IILWYK

I love you. Let's go.





   Desperate Jackson Jones

Jackson fell
            down a road of moldy bones.
Wrote a note:
  Dumb mallet baby, I got nothin' to do.
  Dull bullets baby, I got nothin' to lose except for you.

Desperate Jackson, down a hole with a man named Jones.
Went to war:
   O my Lovely, she is worth every bucket of gore.
   O my darling, keep a close watch at your door.
        I've always come back before.

I stole a head.
Hid the body but scalped the hair.
Tied a bow.
       What's a matter baby?
              You don't like the sight of my warfare?
       Cheer up honey, better gifts are on their way any day now.
       Cheer up honey.
              You know I ain't got a reason to scare you.
                   I'm the love of your life.

Dirty words.
Stitched my lips with a purple heart.
Sent me home.
            Goddamn it woman, you got nothin' to fear.
            Goddamn it woman, maybe you were right to beware of me.
           
                                    Mommy's gone Johnny.
                               Boy, I got a present for you.





   The Things I've Said

...listen to you read me poetry while you're gone.

 

 




 

Reviews

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Let's

[DavidRyanM]

This is going to take me a while to sit down and really read all of this with no interruptions, but, from what I've read so far, pure brilliance, my friend.