a dead eyegathers flies from skeletonpockets, sunflowers bullets, bulletssing a lullaby

after the dawnbombs after the bombssnow after the snowsilence after the silenceshock after the shockblood after the blooddefiance

I’ve triedto escapethe pasttoo manytimes & nowthat bastarddrives a’68 Chargerso watchout sonhe’s comingup fast

half-offdrugstorecandy heartsmeans foolswill payanythingfor love

standing onone leg inthe middleof traffic isa good wayto test yourmortalityespeciallyif you alsoneed to pee

if you’ve readthis note thenyou know therest so getto it—whatthe hell areyou waiting for?

I have takenthe road lesstraveled & I’vegot to tell youit’s the exactsame damn roadas the busy oneexcept with fewerassholes behind thewheel & more billboards& rest stops so makesure to bring plentyof cash for snacks