in vain

part of me will never
leave
but hang on a
wall
in silence and
grieve
for in vain we
die
when truth does
cease
they started a
war
and called it
peace

war

when grandma came home last week
it wasn’t the same
she was missing two arms
and a leg
we all wondered
who was going to
cook
and do the chores
around here

grandpa cried
and said he didn’t want no damn
cripple in his
bed

strange how war changes
us

empty love

she said she didn’t want to hear
about romance
or words of
love
I told her
that was ok
with me
because I didn’t have
any to offer
later that night
she dressed
picked up the
money
and
walked off
into
the darkness

rejected lover

in my hour
of need
death has forsaken
me
turned away
like a rejected
lover

my cries go unheeded
and in despair
darkness
becomes
my
friend

neon gods

on sunday morning
he preaches of love
and redemption
his main street whores
sit in the front pews
feeling saved

sunset will find them
back on the street
doing the lord’s work
I wonder how god looks
dressed in neon