closed eyes and fireflies
lightning bugs and drugs
stars that glimmer and blood that shimmers
a glass of wine and a bit of dinner
calm it down, calm it down they say
don't let the beast out, leave it in for another day
poetry that rhymes is cheap
like clothes piled up on the floor in a heap
or sliding down a wall crying unable to speak.
it kills you at night
but cradles you in day
it carries you most of the way
only to drop you and say
you're a puppet, anyway.
my puppet
my show.
i'm only human
that i know
but i'm being strung by my own tendons
and i've no idea which way to go
down or up hell or heaven
god has left you
it's time to be forgiven
the wrong side of heaven
the righteous side of hell
did you see how they fell?
like shooting stars
