Not All Syrup is Digestible

light reflected

refracted

bent

around cigarette butts

and nearly lit streets

thoughtlessly tossed

dreams

carefully collected

and saved

for leaner times

broke-n times

of nicotine blunts

after the rains

and tears

of the father

falling upon the son

hallelujah

hallelujah

hope discarded

compacted

spent

on empty desires

serendipity

the fool's treasure

brought forth

manifest

in silver linings

and pots of gold

to be smoked

hopelessly injected

before sanity returns

projecting faith

and nonsense

falling upon the son

hallelujah

hallelujah

death enveloped

nurtured

rent

through the moments

lost

between here and there

this and that

picture perfect

past-times

of cheap smiles

adorned on melted faces

whiskey breath

whispers i love you

and you too

life's potential

falling upon the son

hallelujah

hallelujah

blood red-roaded

encoded

pent

in paint cans

with colourless allusions

priceless

time left at home

hidden among stuff

buried in the haystack

needles

nervous pin pricks

regret filled

guilt by dis-association

today's garbage

apathy

falling upon the son

hallelujah

hallelujah

new babies birthed

burdened

meant

for salvation

the ever-lasting soul

that beyond comprehension

god

his likeness

the facsimile of love

kodak moments

cherry vodka laughter

lived in a sleeping bag

behind the church

of stained glass

and mis-mortared bricks

falling upon the son

hallelujah

hallelujah

where are the fucking rainbows now