offer me
the robe of a drunk
who hangs out on ash street
he calls himself
lucifer

i hung around him
because he got me
and suicide ron
drunk
on revolvers
and cheap wine

i hate
the wine
drunk

i hate
the wine
hangover

i hate
lucifer

but i was confused
about a white candle
that leaked wax
onto my cardboard head

i am a chesshead
part horse
part bishop
part devil

i am a king
but only
in my
delusions

sometimes
someone

carries me
in a blackout

why it has
not been worse

i do
not know

but i did
catch an angel
peeing in the sea

partisans
have given me
a maiden of beauty
a long ago
eternal light

i gaze down
the clover cliffs
into the silver sunset
laying down the fire
of the iron maiden
in the shadows
the suns
daughter
who reads
in a dusty
coffeehouse

Drinking guns of Satan fires..NICE READ Jim,,,Cool bro.

Nice write!

Another good write (((Jimmy)))

Love it...

Amazing write!!!

Blown away, man.
This is brilliant.