villanelle

I guess there was someone I had in mind when I wrote this.


Sorry, but I’ve got a confession to make
Porcelain cows from their mouths spit bile
Spare me some sober, for god’s sake

A spoonful of that fountain youth lake
Pastille my world, if only for a while
Sorry, but I’ve got a confession to make

The cardboards stained, its fake
Cigarette needles and dollar pills beguile
Spare me some sober, for god’s sake

Tainted veins curl round Salems stake
Unscrew me in my sleep, three numbers you dial
Sorry, but I’ve got a confession to make

My bones are detached, so I rake
Them into this wind blown pile
Spare me some sober, for god’s sake

Pocketknife metal glides along my neck nape
Twist me into some cold case file
Sorry, but I’ve got a confession to make

You all chant of what I didn’t take
Of what I’ve preached for mile by mile
Spare me some sober, for god’s sake

My earth brains are Land of Oz fake
I wish to see some more lunatics smile
Sorry, but I’ve got a confession to make

And so I’ll find my own escape
I’m only waiting for my last trial
Sorry, but I’ve got a confession to make
Spare me some sober, for god’s sake