Dear God, you heartless bastard
Where the devil have you been
You’ve not been near nor by me
You have not been heard or seen
I have had no words of wisdom
Nor some fatherly advice
All my prayers have gone unanswered
Now, that isn’t very nice
Though I know I’m not an angel, and
In fact, sometimes I’m hell
There is good inside me somewhere
As I’m sure that you can tell
For the love of bleeding Jesus
I have never asked for much
If a miracle’s a problem
Could you please, just get in touch

Carnally evil (only for adult minded)
The life within my arms
was tried
from day one to the end
but I had no need to say
Amen,
Till today I have
yet not been totally spent…

The souls belonging to a species of a kind
leave indelible memories far behind,
betwixt curvaceous arms and limbs
we slaughtered
day without and day within
yet not satiated to the fullest extent,
we still have many more years unspent…,

we whip dead horses
frenzy dance
in damp clay t rance

the sparrow tree with
its death fingers stroking
a bitter blue
a greater hue

broken soul
fragments corner
like a wheel broken
like a wagon token

carrying beneath
the load of rain
forgotten pains

lips too small and thin
nose too potatoed
ears prompting Spock jokes
eyes too beadily hazed
beard too patchy
hair uncut, sleepishly tossed
teeth way too small and bent
cheek bones too high
chin pointing at you, somehow
eyebrows too low knotted
hairline too scared and running
jowls looking to wrinkle sagged
belly too round, held in forever
feets too big
knees bowed wide and knobby
and a cock
that could play
left tackle for
the steelers