The sorrow of death at sunrise

sideway alley kicking dirt in the faces of children.....blues trumpeting glory in the dustpans of history.......she called my name and I hid.........broken promises.....her lips red as furnace......as tips of flame arcing tongues.........she has opened veins in retribution for jazz in the culmination of sorrow.........tears carving passages in the truncation of lullabies served in the degeneration of goodbyes......and the little ones cry.......cry...................gasoline screeches of rubber in the tread of souls.........let us celebrate the way the music rolls.........I have spoken and the sound is dying......mama.....protect me...........my limbs scribe answers I will never understand....forest echoes......sanity are saltines given as gifts.......polly want....hang and fuck the sex away........the melodies are drifting....the sky has broken........we are dead...........