It seemed as if I had molted
Crawled out of a chitinous shell
Armor long since grown too small
Became a paralyzing hell

Tender flesh now sits exposed
Defenseless to the passing time
Without restraint now, something grows
In the corners of my mind

Corpuscles flowing freely through
Vessels throbbing in plain sight
My Metamorphosis begins
Each and every lonely night

Every morning I’m reborn
Into an opportunity
The wild world keeps turning
Let’s hope it turns for me

Venom filled fangs
Bite through tainted lips
Once gentle finger tips
Twist into crooked razor blades
Stabbing its victims in the back

Phony appearances
The audience's delight
Behind closed doors
It's fight or flight
A narcissistic paradise

Bruises on the soul that never heal
The monster is alive and well
Feeding off open wounds
Finding new dreams to steal
Welcome to never ending hell

The earth was once a virgin
and on my hut birds sings
What must have happened to the trees
They cry this hurrible sound, ripping heart from cage
Even in 1974 I still reminiscence this touch
a fragrance as pure like  heaven itself, this cool breeze
not this dark wallowing poisons everywhere.

We have disvirgined the earth brutally
She now bleeds dark blood, red tears
death now a blessing bestowed to yams
hunger hovering, maybe science I should blame
oh earth,
but please your anger hold still.

I expected to find you, all these years later,
Bad tempered, craggy, vile breathed as before -
Generous with your opinions, but not your silence,
A noisy roar of a man,

But once, when you found me,
Distraught by some sorrow
Unable to speak, so you did not,
But hollowed me with gentleness,
Wiping my face, as if I were a child,
With a piece of rank cloth, smelling of engines and cars
And pot, and this, and that - the scent of a singular man
Living life on an oily rag.