You're lips drip of liquor

as you spit hard boiled rhythms

since you're the madder

and all you hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG

but that's good

because you're on the throne of

the wounded and the dead

at least that's what you said to little billy

on the corner store near lily's

which left tongues flickering

but that's good

because they call you

*Mister

1
the bird hums
to the pattern of the
pitter patter

2
the blue in grandma's eyes fades just a little as a mixture of sound and blood escape her dry lips

3
Grandma's hands shake
as her warm hand touch the cold
leather gun in this
ever so shifting darkness
we have captured ourselves in

4**
Grandma's eyes stare into
mine
one
last
*******
time
as the the pool of blood that damps her back
swallows her in an embrace that was
so much bigger then my own

he got some bad blood*
running up his veins

he got some wolf teeth
tearing up that lace like that

he got some soft lips
kissing the mayors no good ***** rotten rich teenage daugther, with her red lips and her bad intensions

he got himself a real nice face
smiling like that, getting 20 percent off addi mays special pancakes with pork bacon and scarmbled eggs drizzled with her top-secret mable syrup

*the boy got himself some bad blood, wolf teeth, soft lip and a real nice ******* face