crime upon crime

We look like fools
and we feel
like wraiths
we slave in the fields
we need a rest
but the guards say
we'll work on
until our death

as the sun rises higher
the temperature climbs
the water warms
we’re going out of our minds
all for a few
minor crimes
the overseers's daughter
she tempts our loins
to add to our misery
because she’s just fine

so I say to my neighbour
I think it's time
to make the move
leave this behind
i wait for the right moment
to add crime on crime

with a pick I break
the chains that bind
and I leave that line
without a sign
determined to be the one
that they never find

I run through the fields
I run through the bush
I run desperate
I run in a rush
in the furtherest place
I find my kind
I settle into my new life
of crime upon crime

as the hunt goes on
me they’ll never find
because my escape was right
my escape was a sign
that day god smiled on me
he had criminals on his mind
and to criminals he was kind
because god is merciful and
god is just
every now and then
he looks also after us

a deity’s dilemma

Melbourne street art (artist unknown)
Could it be that I
the purity in the sky
should cast a discerning eye
over my breeding stock of
human worth
my goods and chattels
harvest of the earth?

Could it be that they
have gone irrevocably astray
despite my clear direction
to follow my instruction
my example
to embrace peace and love
as do I in heaven above?

Could it be that I
master of earth and sky
should punish
the fear and loathing
the hatred and the gloating
in the name of God above
despite my principle of love?

Trouble

Dusk at the drop off, Mt Wombat, Strathbogie Tableland, Victoria.
I was loitering on the corner after friends had dropped me there
I didn’t go nowhere because I was scared
I felt it coming a fright and a fear
as if it was my last year

and when it finally fell upon me the anticipated dread
I wished I had stayed at home in my warm and cosy bed
the devil in his black coat to me he came and said
I’m gonna frame you

I looked around but I couldn’t see anything of a crime
I waited there longer I waited some extra time
there was nothing to give me a clue no flashing sign
that my whole world was a turning

when she pulled up in her long bright shiny yellow hearse
I avoided her stare as if it was a curse
but eventually she prevailed with a promise to reimburse
me for my trouble

we drove to the mountain right to the very top
when we got there she made the hearse come to a stop
right at the edge by a long steep drop
I exclaimed I was scared of heights

she got out of the car came round and opened my door
I didn’t see her coming cos I was looking at the floor
she pulled me out with the strength of two or three or four
and dumped me on the dirt by the barriers

I struggled as she prepared to throw me into the abyss
but then she bent to give me my first Judas kiss
I knew what was coming so I ducked and she missed
I pushed her in the chest
and she swayed backwards

little did I know that she would unbalance then
I watched her teetering on the edge until when
she fell to her death
just as god sent
me a message

he said to get out of there because things weren't looking pretty
I didn’t need no message I as tore across the city
my mind was in turmoil full of self pity
I found a little hideaway a little dirty a little gritty
and laid low until things blew over

ever since that day I’ve been creeping around the town
all nervous and alone again I’ve been going round
worried the cops would do me over and when I would be found
but my life became fortunate and stable

the lord moves in mysterious ways around my little hangout
but in my mind there really is no skerrick of a doubt
he saved me twice from death and the devil without
my ever understanding anyways how or about
I ever got to be in so much trouble

Angel

Angel carry your heavy payload
until god asks for it one day
Angel bitter, discard your halo
throw it worlds away

Angel fly to heaven above
dive to hell below
Angel receive peace from a dove
or scavenge it from a crow

Angel weep soul deep
until your very last breath
Angel sleep the long sleep
pray yourself to death

Angel just Angel lust Angel thrust
Angel sing Angel cling Angel wring
Angel must Angel bust Angel dust
Angel wing left wing right wing broken wing

Angel nothing

The dVerse prompts from Melissa today were inspired by Kurt Cobain’s birthday. I chose to take one line from a Nirvana song and reflect on the feelings that might drive a suicide. It was a harrowing exercise and I am sorry if it causes hurt. https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/20/happy-birthday-kurt🎉/