Hangman - Ceschi

Hang in there hangman

Swinging from a gallows pole

That dust from your bones

Will help the flowers grow

Try to die with a smile on

Your final fighting defiant song

Long gone

Are the worshiping fans and entourage

Messiahs lost

In a corporate sanctioned holocaust

Falling off

Is more than slipping from buildings or rocks

We’ll remember the classic records forever

Those moments before hopelessness choked your focus and left you severed

We can smell the death of winter

It burns out our nostril hairs

And tosses the frail

Fossils from here

Dropping entrails

Over yellow brick roads

That are now covered in piss

Not gold

Riddled with potholes

So rot slow

With the rest of the apostles

God knows

What the world could have been with you

Before the mighty monster chewed your sinews

And spit you into

Something so cynical and simple

There is a terror that plagues the bearers of veins barren of blood

But for the bitter fetor of liquid love

Oh child, undone, your time has come

In absolute awe, we stared as you fastened on to your fears fearlessly

Peering into the mirror, then crafting songs from your experiences there

Such searing sermons on the self, delivered from an impermanent pulpit

Built of heartwreck, regret, sex, bourbon, and bullshit

The crashing down was catastrophic

The sadness sounded from some seven hundred thousand heartbeats halting

Oh, entire cities retired to pity this liars departure

The fires it sparked were but sires to quiet hearths where aspiring authors

made i and irony mired martyrs

Sirens sang from the swells, secrets you swore you’d never tell

A closed casket to cloak your gross cadaver, bloated, throat, rope ravaged

Your rigor mortise riddled corpse.

this empty shell

They teach us pull ourselves together in a game of hangman

Firing blanks and empty the clip now hang in the balancing act — uality

That the honor we have is not about us but the collars we sla — shhhh

…And there’s a hush over the crowd

Hanging heads holding the crowns unload silver cloaking the clouds

While clothes make the mantra affix ya face to waistband

Take chance, risk inconsiderate vowels (vows)

Line your liner notes by the throat, cause this is a noun

Win lose or draw, go through withdrawals, perform to your credit

Be deified by the palindrome at the speed of life by pawning your ethics

Rise or fall in this life sentence by applied grammar

Talk is cheap til they hang on your every word like sky banners

Give it up for once last time

Yes, one last hurrah

One final round of applause before our hero dissolves

And when the clock hit ten

There was no opening act

No one to heighten impact

The stage was fully intact

For the one man band to react

To the sold out crowd in his mind

In 1999

No one could have ever thought there would have been a possibility of such a

well adjusted wannabe celebrity to ever come to utter culmination like this

So there wasn’t any total bliss

An imaginary pussy fest

Cause there’s no outlets left for the one man band

As he stands on the stage half naked covered in sweat

So let backup tracks on your Discman blast

As you revisit the past

And reinterpret the laughs