I Have the Face I Deserve
I kissed all the paint-spattered points
On her hard and lovely visage tonight.
I count myself The Lucky Man.
Loving Her
The singer tells the story
of a friend who has never paused
on his love.
He keeps old letters and photos
From back in the day,
and hangs on to hope
that she would “come back again.”
The song reaches its swollen
Lovely
in the chorus, revealing
that he indeed
stopped loving her – when he died.
She attends his funeral.
Pas de deux; Coda…
To A Lost Dog
Spent my day submerged
In rage
And ankle deep detritus.
Made me consider the efficacy
Of gutting a man with
A carpet knife to feed crows
An Easter snack.
It was not the trash
But leaving a lovely dog behind
As if she were trash
That laid me low.
It made my gut-deep anger boil and
Hate myself for being
Human.
Violation
I will rise again
And once I do
All will suffer through
My rants and laugh
Without a care
And chuckle at the wounds
On my leathery palms.
Drinks on Ole Dad.
On this day next year?
Many hungry crows will feast on
The steaming guts of those
Who willfully, or by their
Inattention or delusion,
Violate the Code of Decency.
Throughout the following
Three-hundred-sixty-five to
Come.
Tuning my vicious carpet knife
And my showy switchblade
in G minor.
The last note they hear
Should ring with immortal
Melancholy…and it will!
And I may lead the line
Across the River Styx
With my victims in tow
As that is no less than
My just payment for
Errors I wish to correct.
Reaper
This will ring in the ears of all the bad men I can catch
and dispatch.
And mine will be the last, leering
Mug they behold
Before they shuffle off…
I’ve found my calling.
Reaper.
Code Violation (Section XXXIV, Subsection 1:3.17, Ezekiel 25:17, Page 455)
On this day next year?
Many hungry crows will feast on
The steaming guts of those
Who willfully, or by their
Inattention or delusion,
Violate the Code of Decency
Throughout the following
Three-hundred-sixty-five to
Come.
Tuning my carpet knife
And my switchblade
in G minor.
The last note they hear
Should ring with immortal
Melancholy…and it will
And I may lead the line
Across the River Styx
With my victims in tow.
