I shall jump out the window Triumphant and bold, my final task To why I do, I’ll tell you - I’m sick
But more, I beg you, do not ask
This life was long and death will give rest
When I lie in the earth, at last I’ll belong I’ll rot to the bone in the womb of all life
And hum to the tune of her motherly song
I’ll be in the air, all around, everywhere I’ll come back as the soil, compressed into oil Read More...
The forest in a tin can
Is not much worth to the city man
All he prays for is booze and green paper
But when the draft runs dry
And thoughts of “why?”
Like grief, in the night, come knocking
He wishes for no more than death
He knows that’s all he’s sure to get
From above he looks on down
To the metal maze below
Soon, like deflated spiders Read More...