It Pays The Bills

I want you to know

the light is on

where I reside

it is not dark

I do not hide

I abide my own rules

no demons to wrestle

no desires gone cold

bright enough to see to write

Whatever I am told

By voices  that come calling

To images that unfold

Eloquent moans from the inderground

Or Feeble musing by the less profound

Vaporous visages

Visiting

Knocking on a noggin

Maybe slow to open

But open just the same

It’s me

The shadow on your window shade

From the light cast by yellow vapor lamps on the blvd

There’s a lot of things a man should regret

Most I’d say is what he’s done to man

How barbarous They are

....okay, we...

...how cruel

and hurtful

and blind

To atrocity

But there are those

Might call it damn-lilly-squat-soft-thought

Or just plain

Victimism.

It’s the cruel view

The world in chaos

Carnivorous calamity

carnal culmination

Cravings

Ravings

Crude Carvings

Crass graffitti

Cave Paintings

Catastrophism

It’s me. I’m not here to cause you trouble

I just go where I’m told

...or land...by accident.

So, relax.

I can drift on down

That way...

follow the lights...

like I was never here

You never saw me,

never heard me through the door

The door you never answered

As I slipped by

I Hushed a whisper

‘The secret to the Secret,

And all the fruit it bore...’

But that whisper went unnoticed

Or was it sadly, just...Ignored ??

Damn man.
You came so close.

So slow to open

your mind.

There’s this guy down the street

Right around the corner

Going to pay him a visit

Much the same as you

Maybe this time he’ll listen

See, I’m his muse, too.

It pays the bills

And the bills are due.