Eric the Antichrist sitting by the phone
Flicking through the personal ads home all alone...

Wrapped in your tender graces and
Tied up with laughter...

Flaming red hair, burning, yearning.
A vibrant dress of colors that...

Her new green dress hangs
sublime, floating shy and coy...

Tattered ribbons of black plastic
Caught on a wire fence...

If life was fair
I would have hair...

So you gave the down and out a dollar,
Out of guilt, embarassment, sympathy...

Sunlight ricochets from the razor wire onto
The dead empty wine bottle pointing North...

Rock n' Roll poetry is like zen, wrapped up in...
Rock n' Roll poetry screams and rages against the...

The cliche kid rode into town,
He wore a stetson, he wore a frown...