Flophouse Calvary

blue circle descending

the cities dust will lit

the gossip of misfortune

does she still eat meat?

the shellfish is trailing

the pale flesh, the wooden fence

the reddish gold of a storm outside

i'll roast in the vestibule

take a look at yourself

deep beneath you there's good

a virtual hell 

is just an idiot glee

you're longing for the other shore

of the flophouse calvary

the worker

is broken by the years

better call a contractor

to piece again all his tears

you're in love with yourself

but deep beneath you theres good

deep beneath you theres good