In Blues

thinking of nothing,
yet something.
some decorated memories
of moments we can't leave behind.
sodomized,
in the rooms which boiled
ripped off our senses
by people in soiled pants...
saying a little prayer
everyday, for them!
god protect the junkyard
and the dunk of mayhem!
strange, how the prayers
bound you and me too...
our brief vents of frustration
in the blues of the loo!!