The Wreck

Polystyrene gifts
filling breadbaskets
smother my mothers conscience
in a love hate relationship
Spun along spry In sickly state

Will they never treat me right

I put my ear to the ground
crawling worm- like
hidden from mid-day sun
Retch, following the decrepid crumbs
con your way back to the cave
plead, believing
falling in could save you yet

Water trickles
spillingunder my chin
Creased lines
Dribbled wine
Mounds of Lith
picnics to bone
So far, so far....gone

Let me lead the way Lemmy
take it in ....incense
Breathe deep, the last kiss of sweet sugar