15 Minutes of Fame

The churches have emptied
The crowds begin to disperse
And into the brothels--
They immerse
There's no doctors or nurses
Medical schools begin to close
Why pay for your degree;
When all you have to do is pose?
But what about the army...
They'll still be recruiting
But let us be warned
They'll all be prosecuiting
Life wont have a purpose
Unless it's in the stars
Concrete astrology
Along the californian boulevard
Forget the teachers
Police and shop-keepers--
When a lifestyle can be bought and sold
We wont need such preachers
And when the streets are empty
And all the doors are closed...
Out will come the rats
And our truths will be exposed

The Unmarked Grave

 

No name
To let us know
Which poor soul's body
Lies below
Is their sleep
Ever eternal
If the body
Is more husk than shell?

Did they have children
A mother or father?
Were they a spouse
Maybe a sister or brother?
How lonely
One must have been
To lay forgotten
Beneath grass no-longer green
A heroic death
Or welcomed perish?
This mystery...
I shall forever cherish
For whom else
Will grieve with me?
For this long-forgetten soul
We shall never meet or know
A story that
Will always be
Echoed through the debris