A corpse’s life 

the best laid plans all gone to waste my pace is resting still

of lifes demands my fate disgraced

of days so many ill
I should be glad I’ve had my fill

of food and love and play

although I’ll go another place

and never find the thrill
I’ve lost the cause I’ve honed my grave

with vice so nice to chill

but twice the rotton corpse charades 

as when the darkness killed
all of my love I was betrayed

by bohemian will

and status lost and at a cost

and you all pay the bill


Lord knows (Sonnet)…

As time will change my eyes to dimmer hues

Of reds and blues to grays of distant shades

My brains by rage and ways of hate; consumed

I stay remaining hazed in bitter age


The lines will fade as circles turn to choose

The same ol’ fate too late to come anew

And well, inside this cage of mental states

I wait and wait and wait for it to break


I’ve tried Lord knows I’ll go to hell confused

My aches and pains deranged for heavens sake
My plate is full, I have a roof, I’m tame

And yet I feel frustrated and abused


I’ve tried Lord knows I’m slow to grow my joy

To tune the chords so I can be destroyed…