Warning:Bad Poetry Road rage across highway Babylon

HANGMANS MUSE

Strange lust twisting up my guts
Angels in drag and lightning women
squatting in the ruins of my memories
they don't mind the cold you see
it just makes them burn up faster
and I don't know how
to get them out
or get them going
or get them off
so stay they will
spray painting their sigils
down the halls of my daydreams
marking their territory
with lipstick and wishes
blasting their devil animal beats
on an old stolen stereo
kicking out the windows
to let the moonlight in
kicking in the doors
to see what i'm hiding
kicking their habits at me
to catch or dodge
when I ain't looking
I'm stuck with them I guess
dirty leather,ripped fishnets
and licked boots shining
I have no where else to go
even when I close my eyes