Cave-In

It’s an old-fashioned cave-in
dirty clothes
dust in the nose
our god has run out
& there’s no one to save him

Out-sold, we’ve rationed our savings
stretched our souls
thin, wallowing in woes
our now has been washed out
by past & future’s mad ravings

It’s an every-day situation
shocked into reality when
we prefer oblivion
we revel in the effects
but forget the causation

Outdone in every disregard
left a hole
when should have been bold
sold has-been this moment
our intentions have been marred

It’s never enough
when you cannot fulfill
Swallowed whole
chasing the tail
of the American dream

Leather Skin

Leather skin
I’ve a leather skin
I need it to
keep the world
from seeping in

Its pins its pricks
can’t pierce
this calloused skin

Its bombs its clocks
can’t blow up
this repetition

Let it bleed
let the world bleed
through the heart
of this paper
thin skin