DEATH OF A MAN OF LITTLE CONSEQUENCE / BY SEAN FLYNN

ON THE ROAD AGAIN ITS TIME TO CATCH A MOVING PICTURE, MOTEL TV PORN & MINIBAR & POCKET SCRIPTURES, SIGNS OF THE TIMES LESSONS THROUGH THIS WINDOW OF MINE. GIVE ME A NOTEBOOK & I’LL WRITE YOU AROUND THE DREAMS YOU GAVE ME. GIVE ME A MOMENT & I’LL HOLD ON TO THE WORDS THEMSELVES, ALL I AM SLIPPING DOWN A PORCELAIN DAM.

YOUR EYES GO BACK A MILLION MILES & I CAN NEVER REACH YOU, ALL SEPTEMBER SONGS & SERENADES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BLUE, SING YOU BLACK BLEEDING IN THE CITY’S DARK NIGHT. STEAL A THOUGHT FOR ME & SLIP AWAY DOWN BROKEN SIDE STREETS, LEAVE A TRACE FOR ME, A GHOST OF CHRIST ON COTTON DOWN SHEETS COME WHAT MAY A PLACE THAT I CAN ALWAYS STAY, YOUR STIGMATA IS A CIGARETTE BURN & SOME CHEAP WINE, PUSHED A DRINK A SMOKE BUT NEVER HELD THE FAITH YOU’D BE MINE, PLAY YOUR PART, THINGS GET REAL IN FITS AND STARTS. FLESH AS WHITE AS BONE WITH RAZORED STARS AND SONGS OF PROMISE, TAKE THE HOPE TO BUILD BUT SECOND CLASS THESE SINS UPON US, DRIFT ONCE MORE BETWEEN AN ANGEL & A WHORE.

BEAUTIFUL HEART BREAKING WORDS BY LATE SEAN FLYNN, FROM ROB MONTGOMERY FEATURE IN SOME/THINGS MAGAZINE ISSUE002 / THE BLACK BOOK. WITH LOVE, M/