Pull the plug, and hold your breath
The hole gets deeper every second.
Find someone who has large legs.
Let them go all the way down.
Guess there is no one alive with legs that long.
The hole smiles and purrs.
The bodies of men dragged around town by other men who also have
bodies.
Hatred hanging gleefully from every tree limb.
Sustain that hate with service and a smile.
I thought lovers lived here once.
Did their love become a cliche?
The hole calls you by your favorite name.
It whispers endearing lies into your ear.
Pull the plug, hold your breath.
Let the clowns out of solitary.
Let the never ending game come to an end.
I have something vulnerable for you.
I have the dark end of all of it.
The hole wants our love.
It gets deeper whenever you feel.
Come June they claim there is gonna be a baton pass.
Can't figure out how with the track all liquid with red.
Prophets just a dime a dozen.
Visionaries too come cheap.
Dissembling wounds masquerading as leadership.
The young ones grow bored, fester.
Come on then, let me see the color of your blood.
The morning might just make it on over.
---Scott Wannberg
Last Call Rag
Man got a calling.
Man called out for help.
Go explode.
Go die quiet.
Crazy man bleeds free.
Better bleed for money.
Heart said be careful.
Heart said love me
Moon said,you wolf,
up there dumb in the sky.
Man got too much hair.
Man go shitfaced.
bad water drinks easy.
Go implode.
Go slow.
Man said I am.
Man said I rule.
Pain pain pain.
Last Call Rag.
I got a hole in one.
I am one with the hole in my head.
---Scott Wannberg
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