rip wires
radiate my
arrhythmic
analog heart

radio dials
click & turn
unnumbered
stations to
static bliss

the battle
lines are
drawn by
poor boys
& cosmonauts
lost in
transmission

a dead eye
gathers flies

from skeleton
pockets, sunflowers

bullets, bullets
sing a lullaby

after the dawn
bombs

after the bombs
snow

after the snow
silence

after the silence
shock

after the shock
blood

after the blood
defiance

I’ve tried
to escape
the past
too many
times & now
that bastard
drives a
’68 Charger
so watch
out son
he’s coming
up fast

standing on
one leg in
the middle
of traffic is
a good way
to test your
mortality
especially
if you also
need to pee

if you’ve read
this note then
you know the
rest so get
to it—what
the hell are
you waiting for?