in denial who will come clean all the ravenous debris
in disguise sideswiped by penance in cerecloth sentencing
this scapegrace will pay my barking harangue… are you listening?
on the 14th you stole what hasn’t grown old
in denial, file this under a bridge that he can’t leave

will those shadows glare from that blank-rimmed stare in a vacancy hush

aunque me dejaste ahogando en el mar

aquestete en la tierra, de la realidad de tu sueno
manos me recuerdo solamente a ti te odio yo ya me voy

and the storyville sawbones couldn’t fill
the prescription to mend all the broken wills in the white lie wards – don’t you pretend

tangled in thorns to walk unborn

and this debt will collect.