a siesta of beautiful sunsets
i’ve danced with the
devil a time or two
in my life
the problem always
was i had two left feet
and was whiter than
white when it came
to rhythm
but eventually i found
the right alcohol
the right drugs
the right muse
and life soon became
a siesta of beautiful
sunsets and the candle
burning at both ends
and as long as i can
continue to lie to
myself and pretend
everything is going
to be okay
it most likely will be
of course, i don’t sleep
much anymore and have
visions that my death
is rapidly approaching
Horror Sleaze Trash 