Head On a Spike

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That’s what we need

A head on a spike

In times like these

Of unchecked greed

And deprivation of need

A broken gold star

On the refrigerator of life

I feel senseless and selfish

It’s 10:27

Take the pill

You know the drill

Esophagus lockdown

Too soon to drown

How will I go?

I may never know

Not before Tokyo

Banging my head

And my golden leaf gong

The cherry blossoms—

We’ll get to see the cherry blossoms

I think of Bar Harbor, Maine

Blue pharmacy light

Neon all bedazzled and high

Sipping through another drink

One alone in the sea of the loud people

This life of beatings

In the market square

I could have done

So many things so differently

The guilt, the remorse

The ache inside of so much blindness

All the things I did not see

All the things I just did wrong

Like a sad song

Regrets asunder

Heartache like thunder

The mountain gods stood by

Pissed on prayers

I am untamed electricity inside


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