T. H. Cayne

by Horror Sleaze Trash on June 23, 2013

 

Prune

 

Lazarus is waiting for the liquor to kick in

 

 

(And so we sing:)

 

Warns for the end,

claims he killed (love) –

a kind and teethless grin.

 

Thirty-some years old.

A white man’s beard.

(HE HEARS THE COWBELLS CRYING ?)

 

Carves shapes on knees

with rusty shards.

(HIS PRUNY WIFE LIES DYING.)

 

Ignored, not-listened-to,

beaten, tortered, laughed-at,

forgotten, stinking,

exhausted-white-trash-self-acclaimed-preacher-fucked up

LUNATIC.

 

Writes down cardboard signs –

 

Though in contrast to the other man.

 

He is NOT denying.

 

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