New Day Same Day

New day, same day; Depression drips Hot on tortured meat. Bloated grime and Still doing time, For beating shrinks Just for fun we think. Of grievous thoughts, Of solid waste In dampened corners And diaper paste. Spit trash and tinsel, On souls unmeasured For your child's redemption, Or thoughts uncensored. Back to paradise. Wrong turns incinerate Your blood and your mood These brains incarcerate. Get forked up into Some greedy god's mouth. Limp and lame To rise up the South. And your prison is yours Made out of rock And fried dung heaps of verbs And fool's nouns and slop. And the Words continue As if looking for bliss That you can dive into, Just another swing and a miss. One addiction, one penny One car and one wreck We kiss so slightly The nape of the neck. Of time driven to sorrow Time is sliced into fours: Drinking, dancing Pills and a whore. Jump and swirl. Blasae blah. All gumption is gone Hallelujah.