I have to apologize first

for the lack of communication

but how can we really stay in touch

I have been dusting cob webs

cleaning skeletons out of closets

putting them in the sink

and turning on the faucet

down the labyrinth of pipes

I follow them with my mind

to find myself lost in the darkness

the youth is wasted on the young

and we are wasted youth

old men born from boys

clinging to vices

as our ships start to sink

in a sea of shit

its hard not to drown

blessed be the damned

in all our immaculate sinning

what have i done

says the guilty man

with bloody hands

he finds a canvas

and finger paints

the most beautiful painting

never seen

its classified as evidence

but everyone

at the arraignment

experienced art first hand

every time they sip red wine

the vinegar mixes with the metals

as the red wraps the taste buds

the alcohol suffocates

and seduces

before it sets free the fire

of our emotional attachments

we are all artist

waiting for our mediums