screaming

frustration

clawing

forgetting

sweating

unsure

misused & abused

loitering in ones’ own conscience

 

biting irony

sex is always on the table

when you’re making pretty sense

lay back down

calm

warmth

dread

 

dream deeply now

tell me what

tell me what I want to hear

and dress it up in bows

tell me what I want to hear

things no one else would know

tell me I can do no wrong

and fill me up with pride

tell me why this world is flawed

let that one wrong slide

 

tell me what I want to hear

I’ll rid the waste with no appeal

eat four square meal

brand the cow

and walk the dog

slay the hog

if you would only just tell me

what I want to hear

 

please hurry

I am in such haste

the cows are coming home

we’ve got empty dinner plates

Sally’s teeth are falling out

and Benny’s cheques are bouncing

Timmy has run out of pills

bedridden Mother so demanding

so

 

tell me

tell me

tell me

please

 

if you want to save yourself

and everyone you love

you will tell me what I want to fucking hear

and all of the above

 

 

 

A Tidy Goodbye

I’m at the end of the road, I’ve hit a block.

My so-called life journey, has come to a stop.

With no hope in sight, only blood soaked in fear, I waltz to my grave;

dance of death is now here.

So I’ll tie up my secrets and toss out the key,

knowing that one day,

that stone will be me.