impious

You see that glow? 
That’s my soul baby. 
Looks red to you - sounds blue to me, 
and feels almost - HOT!
Like dancin’ with your shirt off, 
in the basement of the convent, 
with sister girl. 
 
She has a habit that she needs to lose, 
while perpetual music falls 
from each windowed cloud 
and I touch every note, 
in time, with my tongue. 
They taste of life and shriek 
like children at play. 
 
He told me to stop!?
 
He’s puttin' food in a dead dog's bowl, 
and I curtsy to his arrogance.
 
You ever hear the walls whisper? 

I saw your heart
the other day,
in the backseat
of Johnny’s Chevelle
it sat,
between an empty beer 
bottle and a soiled
reputation, and
it was vacant
and so cold.
I gave it my coat. 

You don’t really need
that drink, do you? 

Okay, sip it slow baby. 

I saw your soul
the other day,
in the basement
of a tenement on 34th,
it lay on the floor 
between a copy 
of Voltaire and an
empty syringe.
It was painted in
shades of apathy,
and hard to the dark.
I gave it a candle.  

Why don’t you
leave that drink? 

Okay, at least,
swallow easy baby. 

I saw your dreams
the other day,
by the roadside along
highway 61, 
thumb out and cigarette
danglin’ from too
parched lips, facing
east but heading
south and searching
for the melody 
long since silenced.
I gave them a song. 

Think I’ll have one with you. 

Drink up baby. 

Saw your girl
the other day,
sitting on the sofa
between Tigger
and Pooh, watching
‘toons through beautiful
blue, empty eyes and
asking me if mom
would be home
for supper.
I gave her a hug. 

I really gotta go. 

Dry up baby. 

Please. 

I’ve bathed in the blood
of your privileged few
while you stood at the 
window and choked on the view 

I dined with the king 
and his queen on their bread-
when finished with that
took their princess to bed 

Went dancing on souls
of the typically quaint
then sang with the choir
as they made you a saint 

Threw stones at the man
as he struggled to speak
then watched as your hands
softly covered his cheek 

I’ve raged in the face
of your demigods three
then, hand in the bag,
had them over for tea 

I’ve fought and beat down
any number of men
while you came behind-
stood them upright again 

I watch as you tend
to the souls you are shown
then wonder just how
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you have time for my own