the streets of blood

ThE sTrEeTs oF bLoOd.
_______________________

Tonight I
Am The Mad
Architect..
(of an Ancient/
New Design)

The Old
Guitarist
strumming
his Sacred
Melodies in
Streets of
Blood.

(For all
The Dead
 to Hear.)

As Ugly
Angels chew
upon the corners
of My Ears.

(and I Hear
them speak
in Floods.)
_

Welcome to:
The Pain Club..
cost of admission:
Bad Backs,
Blown Joints,
Rotten Teeth,
Impoverishment,
Mental Disease.

All (as such)
are Welcome.

(Membership
is Free.)
_

then..
The Morning
is a Cruel
Artist teasing
The Mad
Architect with
Death. (which
never comes)

He was
The Old
Guitarist
Once.

(who
Drowned
Lonely in
The Streets
of Blood.)

j.stephen.h.