You got no kind words?
You don't know kind words. . .
When your voice is heard
no words at all
you just got: small.

Friends write and call
about your steep fall.

My mouth is shut
bloody and cut by
the shit on your lips
your game for the hip.

Who don't smell
the foul wind
where you been
see you're last
to be cast
for the role of friend
who won't turn away fast.

My pain - not your joke
my faith - can’t be broke
my heart – sheltered by love
you know nothing of
go ask fate why
your daggers of hate
can’t cut the sky.

Tiny words fly from
your high empty mind
you lie
I sigh
3 kind words:
goodbye goodbye goodbye.