father...are thou in the cavern

if the almighty father knew

what this moment is for me and you

he’d be the prince that slew

the dragon in the dragon’s lair

and placed upon his tongue of fire

the hand that wisdom cast

on blood and flesh and passion

to feel the burn of time

scorch the monster’s head

who sparked up all the novas

of the universe’s thread

but god’s a captive in this minute

that time has spun on rock and sinews

and in the lion’s den he stands a single

man to feel this dawn’s first rays

spurting from the beast’s fangs

with tongues we are made to taste

each time with crimson tears

of brick and steel (love concrete)

the person foretold to become will be up next

keeping the hour of engagement without fail

_coincidence or a lottery could explain best_

doubtless we learn the score in a lone move

to pass through the doors aglow and dead

-here music…preferably The WASP (Texas 

Radio And The Big Beat) by The Doors-

we know the score 
we can take the heat

the guardians of our circumstance

holders of our keys 
(sponsors of our dreams if you may)
deal our portion by chance fortune 
or misfortune _tell you a fib

i shot my darling when our angel

turned against us lovers 
we had placed our emotions in a bid

to ride the wheel spinning our hearts

on a tread of faith set to live 
the given play with our own will 
and failed

eighteen months later 
i was cursing the land of the free

and the one of cockaygne riding
a penitentiary van on a saturday morning

with muzzi meisner and hollywood 
from east side buffalo aka cocaine

_remember the set_ the skies grey

and everyone quietly playing the current

take of the foolhardy knight’s tale

the one to steal the show gets the most time

in jail _we remember little else 
and we say in virtue of the fruit taken

for eden’s sake don’t forgive us we're threats

light burns oblivious of that first breath

blowing sparks to no end only to fail you

when your heart has stopped

‘the poets down here don’t write nothing at all

they reach for their moment and try to make

an honest stand’ _quote on the wall of a ny jail