Blessed

            Bless the blackness of my love,

            Sing of the love in my black heart,

            My rock and roll life darkens my view,

            Of my wife’s wonderful words,

            Throttled by my drugs,

            Drowned in my booze,

            Extinguishing a million candles

            One by one by one.

            Black on white your view says,

            White on black says your word,

            But your lack of grey,

            Steals away my life’s’ motivation,

            Over complication of darkened thoughts,

            Cloud your true thoughts,

            Like flocks of paper planes adrift,

            In the true blue sky of my mind,

            Dreaming of surfing the flesh,

            Of the groupies ample chest,

            Like all rock stars before me,

            Here I sit alone in the dark,

            Too much love to live,

            Too little to thrive,

            Not a dribble in the midmost.