Truth Hurts
Mascara streaks
on expressionless faces
punk-metal fills the air
a swarm of pierced humanity
hits the mosh without a care
Rabbit holes of red-hot coals
their world spinning on a string
empty souls dance to Dave Grohl
life to them, a fling
Rubber necks on double decks
Russian missiles fill the skies
distant fires from funeral pyres
the flames flicker in their eyes
Tattered seams on crocheted dreams
slip knot future up ahead
poisoned streams and noiseless memes
They’ll dance until their dead
In the alleys of your heart
In the backstreets of your brain
from the constant buzzing beltway
under rusted lock and chain
In the pain inside your sternum
the boiled marrow in your bones
lurks an ever-growing darkness
over jagged rocks and stones
In black valleys of depression
and the not so grand delusions
In a vice grip of obsession
In your manic-plagued illusions
With a never-ending stipend
of more than you can bear
an abundant over-ripened
softened fruit
of deep despair
An undefined sad solitude
that something is amiss
always on that taunting edge
of that welcoming abyss
an open-ended sadness
a journey never-ending
exhausted by the battle plan
of constantly pretending
You’re looking for an exit
a respite from the black
An offramp from the sadness
a train that jumps the track
“I can’t believe he did it
I can’t believe he’s gone
no one truly knew
the darkness of his dawn”
Silhouettes and shadows
blurred pictures on the wall
we stumble towards the gallows
our walks turn into crawls
People start to gather
they’re screaming at the sun
hollow eyes and sunken cheeks
blinded, crippled, stunned
Cracked and hardened landscapes
fires all around
sunbaked souls
are full of holes
no water in the ground
Empty silos bellow
a sorrow fills the air
we turn to face our fellow man
and find that he’s not there
Trees that beg for water
dead branches in a field
a loss of social order
our weakened faith revealed
The warning signs were present
we looked the other way
as climate climbs
and mankind falls
what else is there to say?
Souls too weak to whisper
our words fold into prayer
the dead feed off the living
and dust becomes the air
Chrome covered rosebuds and dyslexic daisies
Dirt-devil divas and wombats with rabies
Blue bloodless fem-bots
that drop from the sky
Misogyny dies in the blink of an eye
Dipshits in red hats with white MAGA letters
Grunge bands with new tats of Cobains and Vedders
Palm trees and face plants
a rip in the sky
Ginger loves Mary Ann’s Coconut pie
Deep-seated distrust and misinformation
Biscuits with deadbolts and sex doll inflation
Mad rants and just cants
a flask full of lies
The truth falls asleep to our sad lullabies
Sinatra and Martin, Carson and Rickles
Bone chips on blood-stained pennies and nickels
Douchebags and despots
About to ally
To map out our lives on the wings of a fly
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