money is your god
and i know you know you know that
fact
and the graveyard is the
only place left for people
like you
the graveyard is where you
must all go
the graveyard where i can
drink rum and laugh at
the size of it.
courtyards wine ice-tea
spaghetti penne sausage
chili sauce bruchetta
grass stars dim-sky-pointed lights
great service white tablecloths
and you
’bout right
Of course hope covers us
of course mercenary love lacerates us
of course music rocks our drownings
of course madness grasps us in the middle of these struck down people
of course sobriety reflect a certain elegance
of course silence unseams souls guilty of having
created nothing, not even a plastic toy to last an eternity
However when you have no one not much is real, not the
city lights, dirty water or paycheck in your pocket
When you have no one,wings spread in loneliness at the top of a bridge
