Adrift Aright

Taking photos backward
rendering the pain inside you last-
night I wondered what had taken you,
so long to get up off the-!

Coming down from the crag-top
into this maroon enclave
repelled by the stagnance of fame
Oh, no! You\'d better not!
They wont select your poem, now-
wont nominate how you emulate
your twisted fate...
Oh, how you hate!

A man who knows anything knows
what it\'s like to be in the sights,
take in the sights,
to stay afloat,
adrift aright among a sea
of poker-facing renegades
Who fall in line to file-
what they owe for the freedom
To work to their deaths
for new-car smell
and sexy fetish tapes
day and night

Somewhere a male teaches his son
just how to throw a knife around
Somewhere a man teaches his son
just how to lay the cruel blade down
In a world that slowly slips away