Light To The Living

writing is what I am giving,
heartbeat, mercy, light to the living
a curse can clean these streets
sanity of sainthood may work for some
heartbeat, mercy, light to the living
bright shines to the wise of heart,
truth of the streets, fools of sin,
degenerate, inherit the wind
while, the unkind play games and meddle
light living light women peddle, spread rose petals
in alleyways around cobblestones for the ceremony
the beauty is a crime, time will tell
the way she once believed in me
her talk of tramps in the big free city
while, swelling souls sip organic teas
gentle teardrops on their cheeks
the secrets, the beliefs are all they own
while, the degenerate sits sad in the dunce corner
I feel the heart beat of the streets beneath my feet
re-tarted with tiny self-made, DIY problems
while, coal car R.R. bums, spange for whiskey
gothic vamps disappear into the alley
big butt with black-lipstick smiles, stone junkie magic
night street-walk devotion, for a suck
pussy-slut blessing, for the lonely john of depression
while squatter drunk outlaws know it so well
soulful radio voices resonate the street from car window beats
while, pretty boys drink loving cups of psychedelic sin
living in the day dream of oral fixation
wearing pantyhose, glass free-base blowjob
heart break is my room mate now short on the rent
while, petty prophets carry crosses, preach glory
on street corners with guilt ridden heart aches
without the thoughts of all the contradictions
while, newsboys spread rumors and drops of dirty dreams
street musicians do renditions of jimmie rodgers
while, I listen to this yodeling street scene
living in 1937 is safe, it's already happened
come on whisper in my ear, tell me about old-time music
"live your own time, child, sing about your own time"
thinking with what I have been given,
light to the living

of iniquity