good men sleep and bad men too and the grey faeries dance on your dreams.

Breaking up and breaking down and everything in between that involves cracking.
Shacking and sacking.
Bending and lending.
Battering me, I’m just shy of shattering.
I am the bearer of bad tidings, and destiny’s not much worth fighting
for when you’re the blind bat behind the barrel of a gun.
Target is far; get
a grip and sip a while
on the venom of power souring your shallow soul.
Thieving and receiving this city moves on.
Stepping time or stepping out is your choice.
Don’t imagine for yourself the liberation of a voice.
Sublime, she smiles and the paint creases just a tad in those well-worn smile lines.
She wants you, and quick.
Time for the trees or the thick
opinionated factless political umbilical cords that board us while telling us we’re free.
So lower me down on this faulty lever, lady, severing all ties and brook me no refusal.
Your abuse’ll suffice.

Capably disabling the sable that adorns the thorns of my person, you rehabilitate the saint in me.

The rules of rhyme and reason escape me
She seasons your silence with the violence of the glare stare
Stop! Don’t you look her in the eyes, cruel surprise on the other side of the rippled wave she behaves her quiet act
Fact! You follow her and you ain’t never coming back.
Villain of yesteryear is retired, livin in Goodyear
because an honest hardworking bad man’s out of a job these days.
Lilting and silting the quicksand over your eyes and ears and other faculties
Tilting, your world is tilting
Grey whispers of a silver lining cloud world
unfurled before you in a great variety of sobriety
paralyzed when you realize
you could do anything, you do nothing instead.
Good men sleep and bad men too and the grey faeries dance on your dreams.