Love, Truth and Money

We meet in places of

The dead and the departed

Like having a street party

In a church crypt

This cities lived so many lives

Died many times

How many births

Can a dying man have?

It draws us in in numbers

Searching for something above us

We come to find ourselves

In lost spaces

Our laughter spills over their

Resting places

As from the split sides of our

Plastic cups

Love, truth and money

Our holy trinity

An open casket and

A lonely funeral band

Playing to the crowd

Sparklers in hand

A sign in the park

Leading to the past

'Lest we forget'

This is too good too last

The dark comes harder here

The winters more severe

Red velvet

Cinema seats

Below the squares of sky

20 feet underground

With the maimed, deranged,

The suits and stars

Love, truth and money

Our holy trinity

The guts of this city

Are covered with signs

symbols indecipherable

Like some strange tongue

I never learnt

Or do not share, in this

Strange city

In which I am not

A stranger anymore

Strange city

In which I am not

A stranger anymore

Love, truth and money

Our holy trinity