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

messiahs

don’t believe what all those prime time messiahs tell you
they’re only looking for ratings
and a
new mercedes

rejected

the monk
hung his head
and
walked alone in silence
when they told him
jesus
didn’t love him anymore