people who died part II

Pete got in the habit of sniffing model glue
the summer before highschool, his brains became stew
Jeffy went to party at the end year bash
Party at the beach, bring your own stash
he was drunk and took a dive off the pier we were on
the undertow grabbed him, within seconds he was gone!
half a week later Jeff washed up on shore
These people were my friends
they aren’t living any more

Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

Mikey was my homie, we’d been friends since we were kids
I could tell a million stories bout the shit that we did
he would always used to tell me that anytime he could stop
until did way too much coke, Mikey’s heart went pop
we’d been smokin’ weed since me and him were 11
I love and miss you holmez, but I doubt that you’re in heaven!..

Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

Markey worked all summer and he bought his dream car
got crushed inside it one night by a drunk come from the bar
we couldn’t get him out, that fucking car became his tomb
I’ll never forget his screams as the gas tank went “kaboom”
He was the nicest kid around, he never did nobody wrong
but life’s a fragile thing, as illustrated in this song
“he was only 17” the mother of his baby cried
He was a good kid, and a drunk driver’s why he died

Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

That brings me to my good friend Bill
he was all brawn and not much brain
as evidenced the night that Bill
tried to beat a train
I wasn’t there night, but Andy was, and man..
from what I heard, as Billy died, Andy sat and held his hand
he was only 23 when he had to leave the world
he left behind a caring father, all his friends and his ex-girl
and I’m not ashamed to say, that I still think of him and cry
cause like Billy-Joel once said, “only the good ones die”
let that be a lesson, pay attention to street signs

these people, they’re all dead
and they were all great friends of mine….

make me smile

Children play in the park
They don’t know
I’m alone in the dark
Even though
Time and time again
I see your face smiling inside

I’m so happy
That you love me
Life is lovely
When you’re near me
Tell me you will stay
Make me smile

Living life is just a game
So they say
All the games we used to play
Fade away
We may now enjoy
The dreams we shared so long ago

Oh, my darling
Got to have you
Feel the magic
When I hold you
Cry sweet tears of joy
Touch the sky

for D, my everything

a prayer for the lone sick wolves in my city

as the great eternal heaven

prepares to birth a winter storm

i can only hope, the shelters

aren’t too full, and are nice and warm

the homeless in my city

are all lone wolves, in the same pack

they all think they’re the alpha

and that the others should fall back

even the strongest wolf

can hide a broken heart inside

take comfort that the wolf, found frozen

was loved before he died

they aren’t invisible

nor disposable

their lives aren’t cheap

so remember the lone and homeless wolves

that walk the cold streets

while we  sleep….

junk dilemma #836

leaning on the windowsil

digesting this morning’s fist of pills

i’m getting good at spendin life

chasin my tail

it’s been millennia since i could cope

with life, without arms fulla dope

me and Dee Dee

livin on Chinese Rocks

i could tell you stories, that you wouldn’t believe

constellations of track scars, hide under my sleeve

life’s a bitch

and i fight with her every single day

there’s nothing unique, about the life i’ve lead

or the guilt i feel, about the hearts i’ve bled

but i’m glad

my mother saw her son clean, before she passed

happy birthday to the most beautifullist woman in the whole wide world

today would have been my mother’s 63rd birthday, had she not passed suddenly a few weeks ago. i can’t put into words how much i miss her, no arrangement of letters could come close to respectably conveying the sense of loss i feel, the void that her death left me with.

i’ve never been the most spiritual person, but i feel her with me. i feel the love and comfort of my mother inside me, wherever i go and it makes my soul smile. we were very close in life, so it stands to reason that in death she’s close to me too..

but if you’re here beside me, mum, you know better than to appear as a ghost and scare the ever loving shit out of me!

i hope…..

the future

Give me back my broken night
My mirrored room, my secret life
It’s lonely here
There’s no one left to torture

Give me absolute control
Over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby
That’s an order

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that’s left
And stuff it up the hole
In your culture

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
I’ve seen the future, brother
It is murder

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold and it has overturned
The order of the soul

When they said repent repent
I wonder what they meant
When they said repent repent
I wonder what they meant
When they said repent repent
I wonder what they meant

You don’t know me from the wind
You never will, you never did
I’m the little Jew
Who wrote the Bible

I’ve seen the nations rise and fall
I’ve heard their stories, heard them all
But love’s the only engine of survival

Your servant here, he has been told
To say it clear, to say it cold
It’s over, it ain’t going
Any further

And now the wheels of heaven stop
You feel the devil’s riding crop
Get ready for the future
It is murder

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold and it has overturned
The order of the soul

When they said repent repent
I wonder what they meant

There’ll be the breaking of the ancient western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There’ll be phantoms
There’ll be fires on the road
And the white man dancing

You’ll see a woman hanging upside down
Her features covered by her fallen gown
And all the lousy little poets coming round
Tryin’ to sound like Charlie Manson
And the white man dancin’

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
Give me Christ
Or give me Hiroshima

Destroy another fetus now
We don’t like children anyhow
I’ve seen the future, baby
It is murder

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold and it has overturned
The order of the soul

When they said repent repent
I wonder what they meant

-L.C.

tickets and fleas

I feel the wetness of her tongue that slides across my skin
The viruses crawl over me and feel for some way in
Cassie loves to swallow, this bleeding will not stop
I fucked Cassie hollow, cut you with my cock

Cassie likes it in her hand, Cassie’s dead inside
I came to fuck the open wound, babe hold it open wide
Cassie loves to swallow, this bleeding will not stop
I fucked Cassie hollow, choke you with my cock

bury us together, we’ll rot in an embrace, forever more

she can’t feel her body

and i can’t feel the floor

-D.R

the worst friday the 13th of my whole life

i don’t believe the world is magical

but i sure as fuck feel hexed

when death just hugged my mother

and the girl i love might be next

 

between my ever stoic father

and my problematic brother

i mean, you know i love you both

but i was closest to my mother

 

it’s only been a week

i’m sure i’m likely still in shock

the woman i’d call when  i’m in trouble

isn’t alive anymore to talk

 

the lesson i’ve learned here

is one already learned for some

of all the shit you remember to do today

i hope you all please call your mum…..

 

Rest in Peace Mom

Janis S. Morris

March 6th 1952 – February 13th 2015