destittue

let fate rear its ugly head towards the beginning
have I been missing my roots?

I sink faster than famous destitude
love run dry from the well of hope
invulnerable heart you must come true
temporarily have you been there
not so long enough for me
not so long enough for them

I am destitute

forgotten
laid waste in the chasms of space
butterfly with ashed wings
spear me of hope
a given truth
of love to not be truth
and all beyond such

I lay waste a gnome of
ashed spirit and
destitute love and library
memories

i am destitute
of love and fiery beginnings
and inetivable ends

burn me cigarette of your
cancerous glory
a touch of death so
easily welcomed by the desperate;
give me wings to fly
away from my
none
spirituality
a winged of a class act
and I smile upon fate
like a maniac smiles upon
the walls of genious

I am destitute

sealed up virgin waiting
to bleed once again
I am here for you
destitution
genious glory and
love of nothing
absolutely nothing at all
and precarious fate

tugging at the tracks and the heart strings

on
a trip back to San Diego
from L.A. to S.D.
missing writing - missing nothing
missing a good woman (missing nothing their either)

I must find me a woman I say
I must hatch me a master plan (while I have time)
but their is no master plan

no scheme
no agenda

all the reasons have
all been bad
and repeatedly
unnecessary

I look around to
nothing thoughts and
nothing people

the rivets are making love
the tracks are making love
the embryotic train cars carry
the dead
and I'm just one stop away
from coming back home