hellsforheroes

The man asked about St. Nicolass naked suit
I told him it was cancer bound Mexico way
He looked at my hand shaken not stirred, a martini
And me, or a tequila or three and serene dipody.

Bring the bottle back killing the noisy south
He told me from the black jacks to the flying ears
Maybe honesty this time, in Spanish as well
Giving nothing, welcomed without gifts, none needed

Coffins for Christmas, fleeces for the navy dad, Mexico
Walking away to crash trains and meditate jaundice
I knew sclerosis as a lazy cat, cancer my boulder
Damnit world, lets be full of glee, to her, to her

Joined in Denver by the aeronautical pageants
Sea trunks to volcanoes inland to the blue whale
The seldom few are left to wander, no figments here
I need no more lies, and they know, only death

Satan down chimneys with material possessions
Candy mutation being given to slave lemming tundra
Kids, all for kids, the gifts of buying not my love
A corporate love of dollars for tequila, squall belted

I wish, for good silent nights I dont want, fucking manger
The world knows Christ, and will be in mass, groves of mutts
I, drinking away; ambition and greed, luck and fortune, hope
For Salvation from fire, and cookies, I will miss the cookies