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

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

a guy came by today
and it sounded like he had
rust growing on his voice
he told me he had
twenty years of
this town boiling in his blood
and mommy gave him a pack of beers
and with his old cowboy walk
and tiny little toothpick
he left

In my
Neon Death
You held your gun to my head
And your finger rested on the trigger
And your intoxicated thoughts lingered
In the sober air within us
And the sinking sanity beneath us
Began to sink in the sea of our thoughts
And then my harmless bullets of words
were left in the silent of mind
Since you click the trigger
*And the golden bullet came flying out

pa doesn't act much like a human anymore. when he speaks it's as if he is barking at something that isn't there. like he got buisness to fix. badly. his lips don't creep into a smile like they used to now their cracked as if his aging is wrong--he never smiles with his lips anymore either now he's just mad pa all the time. in his left hand he holds a gun. that gun doesn't belong there i whisper sometimes ma's hip belongs there.

he's gone

i have come to realize i ain't got my cheery pa no more. now i have a grump pa. i have a pa who kills animals like it ain't got nothing to come back to. i got a pa who acts like ain't nobody worth his old smile anymore. not even me

i'm used to it now. i stopped staring at his face while he tears into the beef he cooked, looking for a smile to appear somewhere just for a quick moment. but then i remembered he only smiled for ma, his smile that was ingraved in my mind wasn't for me it was for ma. and ma is six feet under and so is dad's smile he created just for her.

he's gone