The Wax Man

Believe in the need to succeed
Overpowering wills freed
Releasing shackles of blame
Removing endless tears in shame

Are you not of sound mind?
Playing games too unkind?
Why do you not smile?
Praying cartoon gods awhile?

The wax man feeling bright
Dipping his wick all day and night
Burning brightly at polar ends
Blowing smoke rings round the bends

Muted screams in brain
Waxed expression same
Hidden depths peeling and shedding
Skinless, boneless, spineless limping

Slumped on stoney chequered floor
Bruised, battered and ignored
Crack appears and seem splits
Tortured soul sways stormy ships

The wax man feeling bright
Dipping his wick all day and night
Burning brightly at polar ends
Blowing smoke rings round the bends

Reborn again at empty glass
Bottles. Frowned in blood, salty
Sea water froths and foams
Battering another whiskey on the rocks.

Going down and deeper inside
Out pours the blame and shame
Directed at oneself in tides
Curves and swerves its name

The wax man feeling bright
Dipping his wick all day and night
Burning brightly at polar ends
Blowing smoke rings round the bends

Hitting rocks at bottom
Nothing to give or to lose
Attitudes and hearts rotten
Building on what's left to choose

Rise up and feel the day
Rise up fill it with other ways
Rising up feeding on what you crave
Rising up feeling behaved

The wax man feeling bright
Dipping his wick all day and night
Burning brightly at polar ends
Blowing smoke rings round the bends

Reaching goals little and old
Feeling great again we're told
Rinsing away the coloured dye
Fading blackness into hazel eyes

Progress called the witness
Reading aloud forgiveness
Books of rusty knowledge
Looks in trusty homage

The wax man feeling bright
Dipping his wick all day and night
Burning brightly at polar ends
Blowing smoke rings round the bends