BEER HALL PUTSCH
God.
take me to my bed
away from this
sun forsaken land:
Cesspool.
Although my bed too
has been forsaken by thine
"Holy Light",
At least here, the
darkness is welcome;
nay, Blessed.
and perhaps in my dreams
I will sing for thee
a requiem for this lost tribe.
(STANZA BREAK)
This Is Crazy
This lay-back
and fall into it
feeling.
but my arms reach out
for whatever they can hold on to-
the darkness be my substitute
for something real.
(STANZA BREAK)
Wax Paper,
chipped dice
and pale green,
sun deprived plants;
It sounded like fun at the time.