laughing at your own jokes:
hellbound, hellhound
dying at the speed of sound
white picket fencepost
rustic words of glastnost
coldwar kids half-lived on lithium
swept away in chariots, swung low
taken away, stillborn to the medium
of red star paradise
blossoms filtered, drank on ice
the innocent and damned
synonymous, milked and fed
to the anonymous
lying laying monogamous
fueling brittle-boned capetown fires
stoked higher and higher
from ours to god's via telephone hotwire.

does he get the fucking message yet?
grey doves, white gloves
injecting malignamania, no regret
the first man in nature to choose abandonment over salvation 
for the sick sake and fate of a burning cigarette.

the earnest and tragic truths
of laissez-faire fires left to burn
humanity or humility
whichever's cheaper by the gallon.