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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Ain't no Cure for Suicide

I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and  just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book.

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Ain't No Cure For Suicide

What’s inside a demons pocket
Or if Satan’s liver
Is bad,

The masses are waiting
For me to pen
The great spider web sonnet
But I blew my stamp money
On cyanide
And there
Ain’t no cure for suicide.

Pricks with needles
Send me head over heels,
Tripping over sunflowers
The Father and Holy Ghost
Have gone fishin’…
The son, left behind,
To wrap up the trilogy,

A traveling salesman
Nailed from the very beginning
Hustling soul protection
And hot crucifixes,
Tossing halos out
To the pure and the mean
Like some Mardi Gras
For the angelic scene

And every time I think of my calling
I cry
Because I sold out resurrection
And their aint no cure for suicide