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Saturday, July 2, 2011

#183 Tumbleweed Addiction

That tumbleweed addiction
Of our father's has become
A screaming obsession
To which we must succumb.
Wandering inclinations
Taking over our ways.
And searching for happiness
All the rest of our days.

On the wagon once again,
Waiting for a new religion
With whores in the monastery,
An affordable addiction.
A stammering priest
And blood running like fire,
From our open slashed wrists
Head getting lighter...higher.

Mother taught us to love,
But look what we've become;
A raving prophet in rags,
Calling heavens above.
I've found myself lately,
Where must I go to stay?
As if a shining angel
Will come and show the way.

Father told me to witness
All the good things being done.
But when I looked around,
I could not find a one.
So with stones in my pockets
And  rock solid head,
I found unhappiness
And wished I was dead.

A ravenous hunger
That rivals tumbleweed desire.
Burns through our virgin veins
A soul-tempering fire.
And bleeding hearts cry out
For us to love their desire.
But we don't, even if we did.
Making of us a most fiendish liar.

The hardest lessons that we've learned
Are soon branded on our souls
Which leaves our minds free,
To help us stoke the coals.
Of a life we've left behind
And wished we'd never led.
Don't hide the things you've done
And never let it be said:
Dreams of a rising star
All dressed in white,
Will end in the light of a new day,
And a lover all in black.

                                                   -1991

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