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
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
hey, thelast letterof thelast wordof thelast sentenceof thelast paragraphof thelast pageof thelast bookof thelast librarywould liketo saygoodbyebut alasthe endis nigh