Montecello

Thus in the waning hours of the night he lays still
Betrothed only to the beckoning hours of the morning
If the morning comes at all

So by this meager promise he burdens the cold, the dark, glutton to its secrets
Perpetrator of the night

Binding, sealed with a kiss he puts out the candle
Hot wax splashing

Blood blooming like wine on the soft skin of the mouth
The gentle apothecary has told true
Blessed aroma!

Tangible and fleeting your bitterness lingers
And your body...
To say nothing of your body would be better
Than to feebly describe your goodness
Pewter is not silver and I am no fool

Yet, what I has since entered?
What he is present?

Whether I be he, or he I
There is but one answer

The glass is empty and I am out of drink
So begins the great divorce
Before the union ever passed

Oh, bitter burden
Oh, perpetrator of the night
Fill my glass again

untitled

please forgive me - i will not salute you
we see right through your fake
smile

baby kissing
missle liffting off
tonight

mother's eldest
won't be coming home this
time

give me a black eye
punch me out - i'll rise
again

flex your power
flash your guns - it's all fleeting in the
end

pressing onward rolling over all the dead
just as long as you're safe and sound in your
bed

three shots fired the war is here
the war is now - not in your
head

this is the nightmare
this is the american
dream

exploding dog

i love this