Delinquent Words

I always had a bloody lip, always
Those Cadillacs just float over the road 
They don't even know the road is there 
How is it they know me well in the wine store 

There is no question of it 
It's the blank eyed and boxed face that don't understand 
Age makes no difference 
Shape makes no difference 

I observe that all collects dust here as everywhere 
The most whited things fade and emerge to no color 
Dust enters into all being 
And man who came from dust, to dust shall he return