When in the back of your mind you know you are dying

and you try to push it away … because you are still young

every breath at night is an elaborate excuse, every morning you arise is a triumph, of some sort

and daddy is broken

I feed him pills and artificial limbs

I am broken God

yet you piss holy water into my eyes

you know I hate you

yet I tremble at the spires

I am licorice lust

Man, how they dripped so innocent today

in that carnival van … it all smelled so sweet, percolating plastic dolls and candy bars

rumble on, ramble on, to Vegas for a good trip

where we will smoke Heaven’s lost luggage

and cough up spirits of unbridled lust

break my bones against the sandstone

buy me MuckaLucks baby

so I can stand the desert sweat and lust

mobile home whores

rusting in the dust

a fair kiss is well enough

I have shit scattered everywhere

Like life bleeding out on an Atlas

muscle roads French kissing barbaric wounds

from the road, from the tender cradle, from the broken grave

I am flying through space

on a comet boiled in a broken heart.