Depression recycled

Empty work resists an empty home Too much to bear without clinking bottles Swaying in a plastic bag like seasick genies Empty life finding harbor in emptiness Even if it’s something to feel guilty again It’s like welcoming Legions for guests Something to keep depression company Keep them occupied, let them kill the hours The hours are Prometheus dripping red Why does my heart regrow after insult? How do others stand breathing alone? So the six of us make a sad affair Without a succubus on top of you? Without Beelzebub offering a toke? Without Bacchus opening the bar? And Prometheus bleeding like an hourglass All nursing my depression with myrrrh Kings and queens to my baby in the manger Desperate hopes of depression's crucifixion But before you go, turn water into Pinot Noir Then I’ll gladly go home empty-handed I hope you don’t resurrect, remain down But, keep the faucet flowing while gone I’ll pour a glass at depression’s grave Watch the tumuli turn rust red Rise up to face another day You reborn with me like a Christ child Crying for Pinot Noir and a Camel How can I refuse your mystery? Being born again sucks If not for love returning I’d be an empty hand With depression where I am Holding on to nothing The six of us mourning Your resurrection nigh Forgiveness in the morn