tommy

Tommy has type of fucked up his life
from a young age he wanted to be an artist and poet
but work and life wouldn't grow it

took the first job that came to hand
blistered his hands
spilt his sweat
for commercialism
and an ordinary life
true strife

and the bendy woman that became his wife
could never understand the course he took
no kids
no mortgage
no phone
them two all alone

and the world rushing by
outside like a photo snapshot frame
the soul inflamed
with the emptiness of nothing
but stars
and bars

and reading many books
he fell into a stupour
never knowing what day it was
when to go out
and such things
for a lonely heart sings

all is for passion
art formed a passion
of drunken images
cracked beings in a shattered mirror
on the wall
life was all

and translucency
was
another
place
another
world
not of this
but of
A N other
damn his brother

shadow on ceiling
fire rips up the wall
damn this starving ljfe
apall
yes
appall