hang in there hangman
swinging from a gallows pole
that dust from your bones
will help the flowers grow
try to die with a smile on -
your final fighting defiant song.
long gone
are the worshiping fans and entourage
messiahs lost
in a corporate sanctioned holocaust
falling off
is more than slipping from buildings or rocks.
we'll remember the classic records forever
those moments before hopelessness choked your focus and left you severed
we can smell the death of winter
it burns out our nostril hairs
and tosses the frail
fossils from here
dropping entrails
over yellow brick roads
that are now covered in piss
not gold
riddled with potholes
so rot slow
with the rest of the apostles
god knows
what the world could have been with you
before the mighty monster chewed your sinews
and spit you into
something so cynical and simple.