the future

when the last wind whispers sigh
when the last cloud flutters high
when their lips out the final cry
when our mouths twisted forked till dry
when hope and charity for one are rid
when compassion and love for all are hid
when the last drop from the angel is shed
when every flower shame hangs its head
when the air we breath is toxic fume
when the machines out send their spiral plume
when the blue flow is oiled black
when the clock no longer turned back
when the lies of names have trapped the fools
when the sun ignores for granted rules
when the souls have sold for pots of gold
when dreams and fancy are no more hold
when rain is black from the sky
then you and I my friend must die

PRESS

The Press

Persuasive reasoning eliminated by stupifying the senses.

patron saints

St Andrew patron saint of scotsmen
St Jude patron saint of lost causes
St Rain patron saint of physical exertion
St Ain patron saint of those with a nervous disposition

this is it
there is no more
i bang my head
against the door
to no avail
without fail
this is it
there is no more