Poetry
Daddy died
And the Jewless boy couldn't mourn
His deprived
And shapeless ego
Without a song
To bury the dead
The faceless boy
Dug his ditches for his pennies
But could not feel the hole in his chest
We console ourselves when there is not more chocolate
With dreams
And see the truth
Only in the ways art can tell us
About the misplaced world
In which we live
I do not understand this dream
But only feel it.
Celeste, the young dame
Had a sister named Rose
Who was misnamed
For it is Celeste who is the Rose
As Rose should have been named stone,
For a rose, is a rose, is a rose
baptized Celeste
Their holy father in all his misgodlyness
Stole her being
And Joe and dad left her for dead
Though you only dream
Of senior citizens bathing in the rain
That you will someday be
And have always been repulsed by the sweet smelling girlboys
Standing tall at the gates
Unknowing of their doom
You smile
Always smiling
Nothing will ever change
Not that way