.​.​.​A Light

from by Static Sex



Hell is a hotel
with no one, nowhere
where no song streams
through night’s teeth
and spiraling storms stir
black bile to wet birth
those drunken slurs spit
“Is this living?"
Whose hell are we forging
by mere might of being
in face of sadists
who swear “I’m all loving”?
Still banging on boulders
just ten years older
remember our letters?
“Can things be better?"
Yes, they can
they always can
I park my car
and there you are
Oh, if only you’ll let me
no one will love you like I do
but who am I to you?


from Ten Masks, One Unknown, released June 12, 2015



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