lifes work

Life’s work
　
1 2 3 4, 5-666
7 8 9 10
Rounds in the clip
One more in the chamber
Fixed bayonets
Smoke the blade
Post and notch
Stock welded to my cheek
Breath frosted on the barrel
Sons and brothers
Hunter forced to fight
10 9, 8-7, 666
5 4321
Now the rifles empty
Hot with love and fear
Panic search thru fallen comrades arms
Precious alchemy of death and life
Still clutched in dead hands
Time to run with commanders at our backs
Bullets as deadly as the ones that advance
1-2-3, and a half…slow, patient breaths
Searching fingers, twisting lead
Bullet proof your body
With the dead
No home, or hope
Won’t pray for death
Except what creeps into my sights
I find my saviors, copper and lead
Wipe them clean, each another kill
6-5-43 2-one left in the door
Time stands still
Bolt action flying thru its motion
Spent brass hanging in the air
Smoke rising where frost once stood
No way to live, nowhere to run
More precious than gold I buy my life
With copper jacketed breath
Can’t believe what’s been done
No hope for life with death so near
Hunters, farmers of souls
Invade my land, stab you where you stand
Machine guns design, the front line
Tanks roll thru the rubble
1 2 halfway thru 3 4 a little more
5- 666 reticule crisp sees bloods pink mist
Beyond your siloutte so clear
Crack and buck, before you drop
I see deaths strike you’ll never hear
Finger takes up the creep
1234- 5 pounds till death you meet
666 hammer coming home
On primers dome
Sending vengeance down the bore
Rise thru the ranks
There are no thanks
Deaths the only thing for sure

They say
they say.  I should
They say. We could
Be together and
They say
You’ll get her back
Some time
They say. A lot of things
But who,
Are they,
To say.

What the weathers gonna do today

Yes you can. No you can’t
Pass the salt. Or grab my ass
They are your friends, and  parents
They are your teachers, co-workers and cops
They are your boss
They know
They have all the answers
They care
They are right about us
They did it for our own good
They said I couldn’t
They said she shouldn’t
They said a lot of shit
I just want to be heard
Why would they do it that way
If they were so smart
They’d be right every time
Every line would rhyme
And every T would be crossed

They say
You might be a lover or a one night stand
They say
You’ll never know unless you take that stand
They should have
They could have
Done a lot of things
But
They ran right out of time
They suck
And blow
You know they told you so
You made them
You had them on the run
You are their friend
Your pizza delivery guy
They are your children

They are your mom

They were just here

They are everywhere

They are you and me.

　

　

I will never stop

　

I’m gonna get em

Gonna take my pen
And write all over em
Blank pages
Clean white sheets
Broad black strokes
Incising images
Right or wrong
Flip the page
I’m gonna get em
Gonna take my pencil
And draw all over them
Every last one is an enemy
Of my own mind
The sword is in my hand
As I write across the land
Spider webs in the corners
Aztec god come to pay my rent
Every line another thought
Out of mind and made to live

I’ve gotta get em

Exorcise the demons

I will never stop

ODE TO BUMP
My little bike can kick your little bikes ass
Bump, Son of Bump
Bitey, Blue and
Hate, Hate, Hate
Little bikes come
And little bikes go
Morgan’s mom’s got a bump sticker
In her kitchen window
Dave’s bike is wearing your forks still
I’ve got scars up and down
My shins
To prove you were here
Little bikes come
And little bikes go
But we can
And do
remember