Old Monk

Deity of good times
Play me your words, your tune, your song
Deliver me from sights of ugly women at the bar
Hold me in your grip after I've lost mine on you
Forgive me my weakness, watch over my girl
Make me a fire-breathing sarkany tonight

Resignation

Hell over healer
Corruption over cure
Decay over distinction
World over will

Choice under duress

Gulita

Drown the night in liquid laughter
Bushwhack through breakfast
Assemble in a grey gas chamber
Follow the terror-trail

Ninety-three charts
some participation
Five syndicates
some plans
Six cups of coffee
some acidity

Dodge the host, his contrived summaries,
Nod to secure release.
Survive the host, his rambling votes of thanks,
Nod to secure release.

Love

Lip-service
Five days and a half

They loathe, they learn
They trick, they tire

Lip-service
Five days and a half

Your Signature Tune

I claw at this playback
of falsetto notes
on late night radio
by an overpaid, self-sure jockey

The Party

You leave behind an aftertaste of badly fermented smooth-talk;
Today the government guarantees your right to free speech,
Tomorrow, mine to file writ petitions.

Invitation

Share my stare
Dare my face
Pace my ink
Think, sink