Thrown back into the monotony,
Like a Christ cog gorging on Deuteronomy,
I bounce on the silt of the ocean floor,
My stomach feels empty and I cringe once more.
Money, this devil, this beast, this honey,
It comes, then waits, then takes it from me,
Stab at a face like a drooling monkey,
And feign happiness glued to pixel chutney.
Strangers far and fucks from left,
Who open doors and slam their's shut,
In a dungeon, light bereft,
Sitting in a sea of smut.
I'm torn, so torn as twas forlorn,
Smile in tears for current quails,
Glimpse the Venus grip the horn,
And fall into a dream of gales.
Foolish, could or maybe naught,
Past the flesh one cannot see,
But senses overload distraught,
A man who craves true love and needs,
A man who knows and fails to flee.
From the axis staring out,
All roads lead to sadness true,
Which path leads to small amounts,
And which one leads to baddest news,
Which one leads to tall accounts,
And which one leads me back to you.
