fall toward failure
The kind that gives strength
Aborting fear where rivers run
Behind the sun in tears of gray
Tomorrow never comes
I know I’m here to die
The moon is tired.
It’s the way of death.
Freedom in a casket, skeleton wings,
the old crow’s music.
And I lie to you to be reborn
And drink anodyne to deal w/ bores
And rewrite the passing time
only use it in the fire – ashes upon gold
Money in the laughter of famine,
white men w/ lacings, women w/ desire.
Oh, peace, come ashore.
Let my grapes grow and bleed full for your glass
Let my roses fall upon your shoulders instead of this world