Naked Heart

I woke up in a clouded home, unaware of my chaos and seeing dicks being sucked by the awkward, starved attention whore. 

I’m in awe, for today I was robbed, she killed Mr. Brown, getting away with the great pumpkin. 

And I forget the names of prophets and ware a crown that states I’m going to hell because I burned a life giving, alcoholic with the lash of my tongue. As he cuts trees and beats the child like faith out of a woman with a child like gun.

And Jesus Christ starts an early day to unconditionally love the sinners, sinking them in the ocean until the last bubble pops.

Fuck the flirting young men stalking my steps and whistling their mating call. The sun’s scent is haunting the night and my chest burns.

But I praise my cigarettes, making love to every burning taste my lungs hate. For they saved my soul and lit my sins a way.

I inked my body to create a mind, molding the eye sight to preach about things that only they’ve seen.

Making co-workers wet, telling them stories of my passionate fucks from past lovers, imagining their own naked body pressed up on mine.

I am no romantic, I don’t bury flowers in the grave and I untied threads from hearts that were double knotted to my fingers.

Even a year has past since I last weeped and she is still untamed. For when I see her from time to time she remembers our past and smiles, unafraid of pain. Shaking my stomach, melting my brain, reminding me of my life on mountain tops and I love her.

I met cupid, so young and cute. Not ashamed of her name, yet hides in the clouds.

I’m happy now, I’m new and can swim, loving the smell of blood. Kicking cans and sending cards to 1722.

Look at my new feet, I grew and smile brighter than the smoked up Buddha doll the ignorant boy wears around his green neck, thinking he’ll create a new world.

 So, I am sending what love I have left to the the people I have left. For they will teach me worldly things and I will be singing on those mountain tops.