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Christmas 1989
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From Darker Times bloody spoons an' dirty needles litter the floor
within these paper thin walls
sirens wailing ,bitch up stairs screaming
why doesn't she just kill the son of a bitch
guess she's waiting for me to do it
neon flashing lights cast psychedelic shadows across the room reflecting off the pyramid of jack daniels bottles
I call a christmas tree
playing russian roulette by myself on christmas eve
is not the best of odds but then again what have I to lose
I heard a whisper that sounded like a dead memory
come listen to REO and help Me decorate My tree
oh my darling I wish I could but I'm lost
an so far from home
~ D Donner ~
Poignant Images
from the past. The gun as christmas tree very powerful attesting to emotional state, ultimately alone or ultimate longing for the familiar. Anywhere in the world, there is prosperity and poverty of the soul where the heart goes to sleep and the mind tries to figure out what the hell. Life. You have to own it. - a -