A devil moon hums upon the winds of summer
and the decaying orb
falls on us….
I suppose after surprise we will feel
The bronze painting in the window
will not talk to me anymore
and the pale reminder
I once treasured has faded
The current still runs hot
a flash of life in this
We breathe in the detritus
biting bullets and watching heroes
I writhe in my own anger
seething with my inability to change it
knife cuts clean
shoot me on the corner
I love to die in the spotlight!
I refuse to eat where
the children shit on the floor
hit me again motherfucker,
I’m not done yet
And she does….I stumble
down the corridors of crimson
lost and petulant
I find them, desolate and intermittent
bleeding on the sand
may I have more salt?
Crossing the crossing-guards way
I feel resolute in grief
exacting turmoil increasing pleasure
killing all I see and do, have you?
slip, slide, forego the formalities
wounds wound upon hand and soul
ever fall in love with a liar?
Take the money and run boy
’cause there ain’t no mercy in this
part of town
Get what you can however you may
we’re just cooling on nothing around
a walk is still a walk,
you can choose how you approach.
Be sure and dress nice