Rusty Cage

I Was Attending Worden Alternative School

When the Grunge Scene Hit Full Swing.

Still Jamming to the Misfits & Glenn;

to Seasons …

& Cliff & the Anger At His Loss; Justice …

So Cobain & Chains & Even Garden Were No Maiden;

They Didn’t Even Make my List

Except For a Few Hits.

Just, the Echo of the Seattle Drug Scene;

the Cold Dirty Streets,

the Need,

I Too Have Known the Grip of Addiction,

the Bottle,

the Pill,

the Needle,

the Knife;

But my Oldest Friend

She Be Suicide.

She Came To me In a Darkened Room

While I Attended That Fucked Up School

Whispering In my Ear

Come With me

With Out a Care.

Contemplating What He Did Do,

the Marks On my Hide

Earned me Juvie Time

Not the Big House Yet

That Was Next.

It Was the Epiphany

That Life Had No Place For me.

She Did Not Lie.

Like Starving Rats In a Trap

How we Climb,

the Filthy, Clawing,

Beast That Is Man.

Some Say It Is Cowardice,

But Is It Not

the Biggest Leap of Faith

a Man May Make

to Flee His Rusty Cage

& Soar Free.

I Do Not Know

Nor Have Any Returned.

-

In Parting

I Will Close This

With a Piece I Wrote

Concerning the Death

of Robert E. Howard.

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How can

we Fathom

another

Mans

Soul

or what

Brought

Him

to that

Door

To Live

the Endless

Dream

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