I AM THE LORD THY GOD
Are we still talking...

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

This blindfold has heightened
My senses, my pleasure...

Night rain on leaf
paternal maternal lullaby...

When she opened my curtains and showed me the...
The brush was laden with a brilliant white...

Waiting for a ride to the game.
The august heat has stolen the air so...

I pledge allegiance to the corporate chain
That makes choice simple, everything's the same...

If the sun shines on the Righteous,
Why does it always seem to rain at funerals...

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

I don't remember my birth,
All that red pink cheap rubber skin...

This train of thought has no first class coach.
Strictly second class with rain dirty windows...

When I'm laying in that final room,
Each breath coming painfully, reluctantly...