Alien
I remembered Scott and
then I breathed again
I’ve sworn off menthol cigarettes
in Tennessee
Where I saw an alcoholic jungle
of freaks and lunatics
But Alien,
What the fuck is this happening?
Where am I going with this life?
Surely you know how gladly
I’d sacrifice my soul?
Finally the romping, rampaging decadents of youth
has come to its obvious bloody end
(couldn’t have gone any other way)
We still can’t go home...its just another day and dream
of a new Hell and new wisdom
Mucho Molta!
Yesca!
Mescalito!
Alien life; sour remembrance...
But then I recall the life of my mother
Even at times
the death of my father as it’s echo
still hangs on distant walls shaking
and quivering in the dark...
waiting for the twinkle of light
and the bullet that follows
I growl in my sleep and drift with Gods
into infamy
Dying is the dream
and I can never wake up
We farewell to Pete this year
and with him the awful bliss of youth
More than ever the highways I ride
still move like veins of America (my America)
Moving toward another needle mark
and the next addiction, I guess
Rebirth of that devil monkey!!!
And there I am again on top
with the angels that saved me from
falling to death
The rum is all gone but we’re
still clouding the room with smoke
Burning out and thinking of Hunter Thompson...
Collapse is eventually inevitable
Standing up is straining and stressful
Mirror of chance and voyeur of
erotic nightmare dreamscapes
Mirror with the wrong image
and her glare is murder just waiting to happen
The curse; Alien--voodoo
of virgin sacrifice--she was the object
of love back when I still gave a damn
All mixed up...confused alien satellite
My voice severed by coughing
bloody mess...wrenching pain
Keep on smoking and you’ll get it all out!
Can’t wait to get on that road again
But its still only the starting line...
so many more years to go...
And the Smelves are sorry but I’ll be back
Something coming...there are things I must do
Places I must see
And if while on that same old forever road
I should tire and rest easy
...I’ll still be around.
November 20, 2006
I remembered Scott and
then I breathed again
I’ve sworn off menthol cigarettes
in Tennessee
Where I saw an alcoholic jungle
of freaks and lunatics
But Alien,
What the fuck is this happening?
Where am I going with this life?
Surely you know how gladly
I’d sacrifice my soul?
Finally the romping, rampaging decadents of youth
has come to its obvious bloody end
(couldn’t have gone any other way)
We still can’t go home...its just another day and dream
of a new Hell and new wisdom
Mucho Molta!
Yesca!
Mescalito!
Alien life; sour remembrance...
But then I recall the life of my mother
Even at times
the death of my father as it’s echo
still hangs on distant walls shaking
and quivering in the dark...
waiting for the twinkle of light
and the bullet that follows
I growl in my sleep and drift with Gods
into infamy
Dying is the dream
and I can never wake up
We farewell to Pete this year
and with him the awful bliss of youth
More than ever the highways I ride
still move like veins of America (my America)
Moving toward another needle mark
and the next addiction, I guess
Rebirth of that devil monkey!!!
And there I am again on top
with the angels that saved me from
falling to death
The rum is all gone but we’re
still clouding the room with smoke
Burning out and thinking of Hunter Thompson...
Collapse is eventually inevitable
Standing up is straining and stressful
Mirror of chance and voyeur of
erotic nightmare dreamscapes
Mirror with the wrong image
and her glare is murder just waiting to happen
The curse; Alien--voodoo
of virgin sacrifice--she was the object
of love back when I still gave a damn
All mixed up...confused alien satellite
My voice severed by coughing
bloody mess...wrenching pain
Keep on smoking and you’ll get it all out!
Can’t wait to get on that road again
But its still only the starting line...
so many more years to go...
And the Smelves are sorry but I’ll be back
Something coming...there are things I must do
Places I must see
And if while on that same old forever road
I should tire and rest easy
...I’ll still be around.
November 20, 2006
