Walking after the mid-night hour through a hazy excremental maze called Vaseline alley makes


your heart feel older than Methuselah’s, but not near as lovely. The old alleyway in West


Hollywood has its own microclimate. It’s colder than hell. Still, you can’t help but suffer


the heat. You’ll fear the deranged cops that pepper that beat. Yours is a futile search for


new or old meat. The shape of a heart is where you should start. You want to, intend to,


but you have lost all your heart, because after all, you’re not very smart.


After so much hurt and drug dazed nights which rapidly became one day no different


than the last one you lost. You forgot where you live, the house and the car, if you had dogs


or cats my guess is they’ve starved. You've lost your soul at such a brutal cost.


That’s pretty down, that’s pretty damn far. Where you once had a face you have festering scars.


Your psychotic running in a futile circle is hysterical lacking rhyme or reason.


It is also pathetic and tragically avoidable. You need think deeply but once


to heal yourself with the hands Jesus gave you. His hands will heal you.

06/08/2012

Posted on 06/08/2012
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