Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Mr. Crossroads

Do you know me? Here we go, we’re
just the spots before your eyes.
You and me can fucking double-take,
be lords of fucking flies
Heads on sticks, two quick cheap tricks
good times that fade before we’re done
I dance on rope to give you hope
been out too damn long in the sun.
Here’s dust, here’s rust, and shivering lust,
don’t want this, but oh, you do
In the white-out next to blackout, I’m the driver
swinging the screw.

I’ve been up since half past Byron, though that played out pretty poor,
I’m the ugly
I’m the drug he
Took down, sauntering past death’s door
When you look on me, don’t shudder
That just gets me on your case
I’m old lilies and a pair of jeans
So black they came from space
Void and null is just a pitcher
Pour the liquid out like sin
For you’ll never get to itch her
Though the scratching does you in.

Time's up; sit a spell and heed me
Nothing's cheap, and that is all
Bones go creaking, blood is leaking
to the bottom of it all
When you get to where you're going
be not meek, nor proud, nor pissed
It was never nothin' pers'nal
Just your name, upon my list.

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