the evil man

the evil man
is victimless
to groan from his
steel guitar throat
and walked by upon shadows
penetrating countless marrows
and gathers the people he likes dear
but speaks and is not hearing

cardboard people gather growth in a clearing
graffiti lacks the laconic misery
of earth
the evil man is wisdomless and wanders his mind
as a tool
and where grass grows dirt blows through an hourglass
as the evil man watches diamond stars
with whiplash

from this slavery
we could make darkness last
if you could spare this gloomy London apartment
which thrive off the gods in stark contrast to the happiness
that flows there

the evil man
may not go there
he knows his stones
don't fall thereon acid waves
without a hope a halo which does not glow
can not hide as nihilism murders thoughts
these his very own
the evil man is not inclined to leave his home
but knows the pelican leggers up and down the block
were in his grasp
the evil man can leave when clocks strike 6 in the morning
he sheds his darkened coat
and meets the flock he slaughters
the evil men
we all know
shall foster evil daughters