Nothing plus nothing
still just is nothing
out here in the shambles
that still counts for something
among the debris
I'm left to my vices
beginning to see
all my strains,
loveless devices
from Lucifer's lair
I see Satan
stripped bare
but that doesn't mean
that the going is light
I'm clearly left field
a staggering ghost
a nebulous dream
just dying for something
to hold
I found this chimera
I drew her from rubble
she will play the harlot
she's rugged and randy
I felt her hands
might come in real handy
now up for the rising
I cast not one shadow
what weight you might feel
is only facade
I want you for nothing
content to writhe
I bite my own tail,
not yours
just a ghost
in a barrel
a jacket of leather
some old ass blue jeans
and some air,
freshly blown
into smithereens