Flyblown

Turned my back on Being,

slave to stubborn pride

wrought desperate weapons

out brittle bones

no meat of me inside

Threadbare artifacts 
of soulish bits

Strung-out on nasty nether tricks

A jackboot tongue 
& razored lips

entertain 
to strains 
of false applause

all my goodly lovers lost

2 fast food sex 
& the fetish gods

flyblown pockets

full of sins & vices

Scores of scars

to set meat market's prices

From maid to crone

Queen to drone,

no quarter shown

Damn this spiteful 
soul-sucking
endless strip of road,

rude revery of tar

The only home 
I've ever known

with heaven still too far