Come close if you must, 

to my heart of rust. 

 

Taste my sorrows

of ash and honey,

 

beneath the illusion 

of love and money. 

 

After the show, 

your life’s a mess, 

you’ll fall in line 

with the rest.

 

. . .

 

It’s not too late, 

to change your fate.

 

Turn away from a life 

of heartbreak.

 

What you seek 

is found within,

 

not in drugs, 

women or men,

 

especially poets,

and musicians.

 

Their afterglow is 

a lonely soul’s

greatest addiction.

 

Proceed 

with 

caution...