A Lone Man
a sly bottle of bubbling whiskey
chaotic words dash around
blurred picture of connected reality
drops of gay dew and melancholy resound
bewitching aesthetic sunshine
bouncing yellow and orange around
little concealed secrets float
replenishing the aura around
disguised fallen stars
engulf one’s desire to embark
one reckless step too hard
and the crimson shall flow without regard
heavy thuds on the stairway
stomping cruel notes of harm
a splash of distant realization
but its too late for an alarm
the kettle slowly grows restless
squeaks and screeches around
little rodents scurry
as the master resents to bow
at lightning speed goes the bullet
heartlessly the eyes stare
at the intoxicated corpse that falls
no mercy has been spared
bury well before advancing
amongst the mist of the world
behind phoney bars of pretence
you have sinned without a hint of concern
