a subtle wolf and the singing voice. or, 'joy to the workforce'.
'in darkness the light shines on me',
wrote a note on the side of matchbox. 'not sure where i've been, not sure where i'm going, but today i used this to light a bush on fire and then listened until i fell asleep, just to see if it would speak'. the devil took his leave of my body today, dragging the hatchet through the rubbish heaps and rotting leaves, not a good tree to be left standing. not a clear stream to bathe in. not a pure thought to be in my mind when the hostess where i work rests her eyes on me. not one of filth, but certainly not pure, certainly not God inspired. heard from the islands last night, the ink-skinned beauty calling to say i was missed. i walk the ten blocks past the apartments with no roof, the daylight cemetary littered with tangled kites. the wolf sings like the late night tv. 'keep what you kill.' i never kill what i need.
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth, have mercy on me.
wrote a note on the side of matchbox. 'not sure where i've been, not sure where i'm going, but today i used this to light a bush on fire and then listened until i fell asleep, just to see if it would speak'. the devil took his leave of my body today, dragging the hatchet through the rubbish heaps and rotting leaves, not a good tree to be left standing. not a clear stream to bathe in. not a pure thought to be in my mind when the hostess where i work rests her eyes on me. not one of filth, but certainly not pure, certainly not God inspired. heard from the islands last night, the ink-skinned beauty calling to say i was missed. i walk the ten blocks past the apartments with no roof, the daylight cemetary littered with tangled kites. the wolf sings like the late night tv. 'keep what you kill.' i never kill what i need.
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth, have mercy on me.