Tag: drugs

some kind of spirituality

motorcycle wrappings and oogie boogie dugs
red white and yellow fire in brand new stages
jesus spoke from his tortured upside down
in the lava lamp reflection on my window
he screamed and bled and called my name
begging me to lick his wounds to heal
both his spirituality and my physical
leaving to rule the world
in conflicted chaos

angel’s tattoo

angel wears his tattoo like a shield
pierces his arms and dreams of living
carries his own as he hears the whispering
melodies mingling eyes close
sometimes you can still hear her scream
makes him think of flying

angel unravels a lie and
weaves through the crowd
sees her dance and spirits collide
shining through the chaos
sometimes you can still hear her cry
makes him think of dreaming

angel can see his mojo fading
still he dances in fire and
hides from the light
his eyes shine like gems
and flash sapphire seduction
sanity is relative
sometimes you can still hear
her calling his name
makes him think about dying

jesus in my lava lamp

motorcycle wrappings and oogie boogie dugs

red white and yellow fire in brand new stages

jesus spoke from his tortured upside down

in the lava lamp reflection on my window

he screamed and bled and called my name

begging me to lick his wounds to heal

both his spirituality and my physical

leaving to rule the world

in conflicted chaos

 

west coast farewell

he put his boots on and walked out the door

unconcerned by the night streets

christened with the blood of youth

he was three years past his prime in naïve eyes

hiding in the exterior of holiness

his nostrils inflamed, he shook

and the earth moved

it does not matter     not now

sunday was the last day of tired childhood

torn by the thorns at my brow

he said, just speak once and i’ll…nevermind

still there are bruises on my back porch

he needed to find the meaning in something

than mere philosophy

i strolled outside, naked and barefoot

now this shirt that he wore sticks

to my sweaty skin