shining the boots of the
devil taught me how
to hold my tongue and
understand
that
perception is relative
and babes to the trail
we all are
and the wind is at
our fronts
i have compassion for
the honest ones
yet we are all
alone.
shining the boots of the
devil taught me how
to hold my tongue and
understand
that
perception is relative
and babes to the trail
we all are
and the wind is at
our fronts
i have compassion for
the honest ones
yet we are all
alone.
the social vulture circles
livingrooms like the mojave
waiting for the inevitable
dead sentence to expire
and to swoop down and
put their hungry hearts to
devouring