dirty angel kisses stink.

dirty angel kisses stink.
+++++++++++++++++++++

theres a half-smoked
cigarette butt laying on
the side of the road.
"my lucky day." he thinks.
(heart ready to explode.)

dirty-angel kisses
still haunt him..

and whiskey is a
shitty mouth wash
to forget the taste
of such a thing.

"i'll get revenge
on all of them."

(make an ArT of
Heaven's SufFeRiNG.)
+++

the voices think he's
crazy,

and on sane days
he agrees with them,

though sane days are
four-leaf clovers
from the gods of men!

(and the gods are often
lazy.)

++++

the cigarette doesnt
last long,..

"damn" he thinks..

"i was supposed to
be strong."

(but dirty-angels
kisses stink.)

j.s.h.

big jester

the big jester in the sky.
++++++++++++++

GoD?...

well..
there is a
BiG
jEsTeR
sitting in
the SkY,
wearing a
FuCk YoU
HaT.

(with the worlds
name on it...)

++++

curiously he watches
his little ants scurry
in their concrete fields
of shit..

slaves to unknown
passions of a source
still unexplained.

+++++

hells laughter is
the answer to all
prayers;...

in this
 semi-colon
state of BeInG

(similar to Constant
NIghtMaReS.)

++++

and..
who will
deliver us?
(from US!!)

or wipe away
the bloody tears
we cut into our
eyes to "feel"!!!??

(something
other than US.)

++++

god?

well...there
is a big jester
sitting in the
sky wearing a
fuck you hat
with the worlds
name on it
laughing at us
ALL.

(because it
is US.)

j.stephen.h.
(fuck you/us
all...)