NO ENEMIES BUT THOSE WHO INSIST THEY KNOW WHO THE TRUE ENEMY IS

 

2nd floor, 3000 miles away

 

this is how the world collapses

 

these are the hills closing in,

the sky pushing down,

pulling the oxygen from your lungs

 

pills, but the pain won’t go away

 

the proper dosage, and still the

heart remains a broken record

 

and who is pollock in this

kingdom of despair but a

surrogate father or an emperor in exile?

 

who is your father but a drunken

stranger in a faded photograph?

 

or maybe there’s nothing but

dull grey rain all fucking day and

your hands refuse to work

 

the brushes gather dust and

the colors have no meaning

 

man with a gun in the doorway of

your sister’s room or

hanging from a greasy length of rope

 

says believe in hope but

don’t be a slave to it

 

gotta remember that every age is

the age of murdered children

 

gotta stand by the broken window

and watch water pool in the

corners of your lover’s heart

 

wait for the future to arrive and

then hate whatever

small irreversible change it brings

an obvious question

 

AWFUL HIGH AND FUCKING LOW

 

APPROACHING THE BORDER

 

it's all good advice to me

 

ALL THE YEARS YOU'VE BEEN ASLEEP