#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