Don't Hurt My Eyes Poem by Madrason .

In a necromantic world
I am out of diplomacy
my heart is confused and so am I
tax office letter in the box
my partner died three years ago
and where am i to go
dragging my ragged soul
freely into despair
seems to be no other road than there
and then out of the blue
-I love ye John Lee Hooker-
a little boy stringing up
the old steel guitar
and hits it bar by bar
with a big smile
and two endless rows
of White! M