Scarecrow Addict

Scarecrow Addict Gritted and dusty Powered by flack jacket eyes Bootsteps through grey puddles Flotilla of cigarette butts Trash kicked aside In a desert of litter Seeking the soulless of death Chattering on split lips The grimy irk of air Festoons the rink and rack The floating black Sucks unbidden Horses into battle ridden Scream through his lungs Broken weapons Filled with empty bullets Enemies in their colours run Demon angel Of the iridescent metal In the bars of sculptured hell For the hot choke of alcohol Has squandered his nights And burnt his will The vengeance of mirrors He cannot defy He has become The man with the gun And rabid dog bark Is the music The fang gangster rap Chews on his pride Coughs back and spits Too many drugs To fill his hate As he seethes through the alleys The ricochet sound of poverty Slaps hard at the cold Whistle through the doorstep The vicious snide crack Scavenges his chest Scarecrow buckshot Trammels his lungs And coughs up plastic Iron girders against shattered walls Where the whole world threw up His sick Chokes on the disgusting chuck up Of need So full of promises But still lets in the freezing winds To whined up urine stained In the pallor The colour Of his sky Bandit warrior and loser This brave young man Watched this driven and ploughed memory Eat away By iron vice drag Devastate his pale haired wench Leaving blood trailing on her breast Pimped She was And hate in grey battered uniforms Drove the callous on And lifted him from the reeking cans Of his desolation Bled him through nights of sweat And cold turkey chewed regret The plaster wet billboard and pealing advert Have no idea What they have unleashed Brittle as long dead bones And screaming head No longer hates But still sneers revenge In tattered loose rags He staggers from the vomiting pit Emaciated wolf The grinning scarecrow eyes of merciless And the jagged teeth of candle lit The reek of vendetta Hangs ever about his lips And woe betide the gun smith Woe betide indeed the needles Wet prick Nothing left to fight for Other than A long dead Lover