as I play memories
recalling sorrows
I see that I’ve forgiven much
been sculpted by the letting go . . .

I see no end
I know no beginning
O, to be stuck in the goddam middle

many point the bone at you
for baring all
a drunken dare, they say
eyes blinded to the spark

One must climb the pecking pole
One must know the back-seat code
One must drink to live the life
One must flow with every show

and in our northern news today
31 lives were taken
as a blast blew the highway away . . .

O when shall you leave me
repulsive dark Night –
was I born for the Shadows
or destined for Light?

in a world of show
with its veils, cults
and rings of small-talk
I look, I look for love

If words are just words
why open our mouths?

If Heaven is a lie

I’m working for a holiday
working for the money
I’m working for my kids
working for my honey