Oh now help me dear Lord,
What am I gonna do?
I’m so very drunk-tired,
Gotta hole in-ma left shoe.
*
Been wanderin’ since…
Been wanderin’ since…
Been wanderin’ since…
Since you threw me out,
Out of your heart,
Your barbed-wire heart.
*
Temples pulsate with off-
Ended remorse. Whiskey
Guilt’s a-flowin’ and I’m gettin’ me a cough.
Think I’m gonna rest down under that ragged tree;
*
It’s old and twisted, cracked and rough,
Just like me.
I lean back on some creaking bough,
Sinking then into dreams free-
Dom:
*
While the Cocytus flows into Acher-
On’s course; Interlaced in abhorrent em-
Brace, dithered along their fractious borders.
*
Nothing proven remains true.
Time’s initial casu-
Alty, grasping, hopeless love.
*
In her was contained all perfection.
There’s no doubt, she gave me an erection.
