The Killing Words London
My mind is an ashtray
Filled with coins-
But an ashtray nonetheless
Dreams of avarice,
dreams
of returning to the fold. Dreams
of St. Francis of Assisi- out there all alone
Naked within the wilderness,
vision well-sprung bittersweet
bearing down on the bottom of the barrel-
But dreams of avarice nonetheless.
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