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Bleed Bleed Bleed, burn burn burn
Slake your thirst and run
Through green grass and marshy bogs
And through fire,
Baby I have given rise to hell.

And when gas fumes rise and rosaries fly
Along with Ice candy and jolly lollies,
Gather them for your sofa feasts -
And when you are plastered up
The really hurt Michelin man
Cry out for more blood and
Cry, for momma to soothe you.

Road to redemption

Stringing drops of blood
On a thread of smile
I cruise on the six lane highway
Of life-a charlatan, an outlaw.

She stands far away in the
Sunshine, like a revelation
Beckoning me onboard her
Magic carpet - to eternity.

Auburn skies and red eyes
Cloud my vision, maybe I have
Driven a little too fast
Down the road to redemption.

One afternoon in a dark room with an open window

The afternoon sun shone brightly
On my two feet, just peeking out of
My blanket of dreams.

Warmed thus, they tried to find some
Solid ground, just below my bed
And found a carpet.

Soft it was, downy flaked maroon
Threads – woven to perfection
Each string. Then the eyes opened.

I saw my warm feet, saw the stale
Bread on the table. Yeast, jam
And a few Creole words of fantasy.

Then the sun moved across my
Window, searching for my hands.
Found them, drenched them.

Then it moved finding my lips -
Wet. Trying to dry them, the sun
Failed, fell and left.