jessesixx

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against it's walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but we keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

my soul does not
fill.