Comments about Patrick Szwaja
None's No Less Than None.
broken bones, stitch by stitch
left to die, inch by inch
the fall of man commences
in the face of his defenses
the wake of never after
aftermath is coming faster
this apocalyptic vision
is forged of indecision
the ashes will fade away
surely as the sun rises each day
but if i take away the sun
we’ll all be equal in darkness, none.
feel free to just sit there, quiet and calm
while i burn away, like they sing in psalms
i took two steps into heaven on earth
and fell down to hell, deep under dirt.
the floodwaters recede back whence we came
and you’ve left me to rot, so we’d be the same.