Tasty Thoughts(Terza Rima III)

a wooden chef takes my brain

carves into pieces

forgot how to write my name

 

lost are my wishes

my thoughts are tasty

says my muse as she cleans the dishes

 

my priest offers me ecstacy

tries to blow my mind

and complete his fantasy

 

she used to be so kind

how she made songs

about how the sun used to shine

 

now the river we once knew is gone

taken by the winds of dark deeds

where love has no name and the memories grow long

 

I say i'll be there whenever in need

riding a red horse

followed by old men bathed in greed

 

In the mean time, give me back by beliefs

Today you are no thief