Broken Promises
Here's to good intentions that lie in the wake
of once good friends who lost their way to
serve as potting plants for the whores who
walk along the miracle miles of every town.
Here's to plans to speak your heart yet wind
up in the dim light with your tongue twisting
madly around with arms frozen disasterously
flirting with the madness of your so-called friend.
Here's to broken promises made in the night,
when only the dim shadows can see lust filled vices
and cry out your name in pain from 3000 miles
away only repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.