collector of skeletons

All the heroes’ faces are narrow
Loose canons in their britches
The legend Hood is dead in a barrow
Where’s the money for the pastors wine

  bbbuuuurrrrppppp

Don’t worry sweet maiden
I’ll rob Mylitta blind
You’ll love her water urchin
We’ll toast our child with stolen wine

 bbbuuuurrrrppppp

Drunken deer drag my sleigh
Across this dark carousel land
I have fled many a lover’s fray
But I return
For I’m the collector of skeletons

 bbbuuuurrrrppppp

You’ll wait purely for me sweet maiden
Till the novel dragon devours all your flesh
Then I’ll return your glorified troubadour goblin
To whisper a dire line to late for succulent passion

Remember I’m the collector of skeletons
 bbbuuuurrrrppppp

 ©bg 2010

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Skidoo

My legs begone baby
Be long long gone

If you ain’t got no golden rum
Whisky will have to do do do
There ain’t no shame left in me
Pour poor me a glass or two woo-hoo

I said I’m a heading out the door
You screamed where you going now
I said I’m going out that there shut door
Then you poured poor me another rum
I guess i ain’t never making it
On my own two legs
Walking
out that there bloody shut door

My legs begone baby
They be long long gone

If you can’t hear my beating drum
Maybe a kiss or two will do do do
There ain’t no shame left in me
Pour poor me a glass then let’s skidoo

I sold you my suicide dreams
We pulled down the blinds
We Never left that room
All the angels found
Was one empty rum bottle
Hanging legless
Hanging legless
From the coat hook
On the back of that bloody shut door
Mirrored by the lonely mirror
Hanging by another hook
Opposite

that bloody shut door

The legs be gone baby
They be long long gone
We ain’t going nowhere now
Cause our legs be gone gone gone

©bg 2016

Bury The Thespian

How do you bury
A persona
In concrete

After
That ego
Has suffered
A major
Mind shattering
earthquake
And is all in rubble
And the bodies context
After seismic depressional waves
Has liquefied
Under the public’s glare

When sinking
Below
The surface
Of a well poured bath
Just isn’t hard enough
To keep out the noise

When buried
Beneath
Feather duvet covers 
Snuggly pulled overhead
Just isn’t heavy enough
To keep out the light

When drinking
Rum
And bitter lemons
Straight from the mixer
Just won’t harden
To set your resolve

When pouring
Out your feelings
Feels like chiseling
Your epitaph
Into your headstone
Mounted
on slumped shoulders

So Sophia
How do you bury
A persona
In concrete

After
That ego
Has suffered
A major
Mind shattering
earthquake
And is all in rubble
And the bodies context
After seismic depressional waves
Has liquefied
Under the public’s glare

©bg 2016