OLD ROCK STARS
Old rock stars don’t die of old age
But slide away slowly from the ivory stage
Of fame and recognition.
There’s only one pre-condition;
That you don’t die with your boots on
And always look like you
Have a raging hard-on.
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IF YOU COULD HEAR YOURSELF
IF YOU COULD HEAR YOURSELF
I wish you could listen
To the shit that
Comes out of your mouth;
Believe me when I say
It’s a lot better in than out;
Same old rhetoric;
Same old anti-everything spin;
Don’t believe the anti-christs
Who will tell you
It’s a lot better out than in.
It’s a sin to tell a lie
No matter which side you are on;
Just give it all away now
Then you can never get it back
When it’s gone,
Gone,
Gone…
I AM RED
I AM RED
I am red like burning fire
I am covered with a glowing down
Alight with pure desire
I am glistening ochre, gleaming red
All to light a path to your chamber
And subsume myself in your head
It is time for us to forge
A loving union beyond your bed
My Writing Life 