Time - Bride

I got a raindrop on the tip of my tongue

If I get all I want I will have to give you some

Im the beggar, the thorn in the brow

I am the cross you force and twist into the ground

Butter so stiff that it wounds my bread

Got a dew drop omelette an trash can lid

Ain’t got no loafers to warm my feet

Funny paper stimulates comic strip heat

Crack vials breaking like a shotgun blast

How long can the sounds of a cat fight last

Howling at the moon for friends who have passed

On Sunday well fly black flags from the mast

Ive been hurting deep in my soul

Does anybody have the time Holy Ghost

Diesel is the smeel of a Mississipi grill

Played trombone once for a delta dollar bill

Pull the snow around me snug me like a blanket of wool

If a lie here to freeze to death Id be another fox hole fool

I got nothing new its used, borrowed and spent

Good Friday, Ash Wednesday, and a pocket full of lent

Living in a box of cardboard and gray

Made a window, made a sign, woudnt mind working a little bit

I can’t sleep, I can’t think

Life has poured me a glass that I can’t drink

The rim is jagged like a razors blade

And has left a scar that will never fade

My thoughts are daggers on every nerve

Life is a slow song with dirt words

When I get to heaven will I wear a mask

That is a question I must ask