My Curmudgeon - Alabaster Deplume

You look around

And there’s your friend

Tied neatly in love

All full of rags

And himself

The daylight a halo

Upon our secret-agent-of-the-heart

In his wankstain goatee

And the Lord said

«Let there be lepers»

I know your tricks;

You want to be happy

You want to be a shadow;

You want to be a good memory

Already

Christ above, the cunts

They want to understand life!

Well, there’s a hole in the wall

For you to fall in

Yes there is

You won’t find pleasure

Until you’ve given up on joy

Eat those tears, if you’re really fucking hungry

And don’t insult me

With the notion of 'worthwhile' -

Only the best

The very best

Will do, here

Dream yourself shitless while you

Still have an anus to be embarrassed with

I didn’t call you 'Asshole' for nothing

When I saw you cower, like

A man in power

Those nightmares will never forgive you

For waking up

So full of yourself with pain

And horror

You tit

Love came back to haunt you

Insults are your only friends now

You know the blood be bubbling

And the crows be croaking

When you see it die

With your own sorry, sorry eyes

Did they never tell you

That you don’t have a heart

Until it’s broken

The wind almost a sigh, she looked down

And fiddled with narcotics

Bad brew, and a window

Of soot

An uwed widow

All early-mourning and ready

For a lashing

Of the long-taut spirit

She was the beauty

That stopped the breeze

And she stared solemnly

At her trembling fingers

Black-clad and bonny

And a long, cold silence

As still as a corpse in a wire

She did allow

Only the sunlight

Its tepid warmth

And only the gob-stains

Their Godless pride

Until the day

Gave up waiting

To breathe