on the verge of madness
just another broken child
scribbling down words
in a notebook on the
verge of madness
yet not quite certain
what comes next
it is easier to take orders
than make decisions
but sometimes the ledge
disappears and you have
no choice
sink or swim
live or die
and once survival
isn’t your first
choice
you will be ready for
everything that comes
next
what song will be playing
it’s an old song
by journey and
the memories
of a friend that
killed himself
to it
that always makes
me think if i was
going to go out
that way, what
song will be
playing
as i get older
the song
continues
to change
but in the lowest
moments i have
i always come
back to muddy
waters
a glass of scotch
with otis redding
waiting to come
on stage
anything that moves
it’s an old lady wearing
a push up bra and your
first thought is, why not?
still wired to fuck
anything that moves
yet there is no fucking
way such a dream is
possible
age,
bad luck,
time
have all taken their
turns beating the shit
out of me
i figure if i get lucky
i’ll get to use that thing
between my legs again
before my hands decide
to choke it to death
some crazy dude from her past
snowing in april
and suddenly
prince starts
singing in
my head
a black woman
with blonde hair
eyes me from
across the room
i’m sure i look
like some crazy
dude from her
past
an old white guy
sits next to me
and i ask him
if he’s holding
he finds a
different seat
old and lonely
i tend to amuse
myself these
days
i’m sure this
will end well
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