Sunday, November 15, 2009


I promise you a story
about faded glories....

Neon crosses
Dirty water from cheap faucets
stained and wrinkled sheets
broken from underuse heat

People once liked to visit and stay
before my decline chased them away

this is what I've become
a mess, but not quite undone

Used to be somebody
drew laughter and smiles
had the effect of honey
now just drawing flies

There were those who looked up to me
they're now looking down at me
I put poison in the attics
Now I know what the rats see
I put poison in the addicts
Now I know what the rat sees

I promised you a story....
You know I'm good for it.

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