tragedy (in three parts)

The avenue dog
Kicked down in the throws of a sickness
Hearing the toll
Of his death-knell voice
As he cries
Look now, you said, tonight's entertainment's arrived
Hear now, you said, a droplet of piss is too kind

A croak in the throat
Of the heel turned fast
With conviction
A crack in the words
Worn cruel
Come adorned with your pride
You scorn and say
His heroin chic had a price
You bow your head
And powder your keys with his crimes

In the four bed, three bath
With more room for expansion
Buckled the shelves
With the trinkets from plasticised life
You sigh and say
Why does it feel like i'm dying?
You whine and say
Why does this wealth feel like plight?

A vision of technoscience
Built for the family
An itemised list
Of the things that you need
To be right
Breathe in and feel
The atoms pull with a yearning
Breathe out and feel
A smile to the ones you don't like

We've lost our way
But maybe we just deserve it
We've lost our way
We'll poison ourselves
Til we're blind

Pimaricin bile
Pink like the wound that's not healing
Down on your knees
Wear a porcelain bowl like a crown
No use, you say, dressed in the clothes of a clown
You tear and fray
A body appraised by the pound

The unwanted truth
Rings false in the therapist's office
A stomach as empty as pockets
Fills up with guile
I feel it now, the comfort you said would be waiting
I feel it now, the comfort you said would be found