Field Ball
Hedge Row
Corner stone Pop game.
Junk mine
Get mine
Huff mine
All Mine
My game
My Will
My job
My Life my party my death my mud.

We've been floating through indifference
The sting so sour it hurts my eyes.
Cradled in safety, the latch bent on your smile.
Two arms around us, a warmth know only lies
A raft sinking slowly, a promise from your reprise.
Tomorrow a dream, next week a fantasy.
The lion, the Neverland the Ocean of myths.
Our untold fable,
Our panorama secret

Spit out your pride,
Force out your tears
Your feelings feed only me.
Hang out your friends
Lay down your family
You know you belong to me.
I'll hang myself dry
In a storm of vitriolic judgement.
Come now with me
Down to the basement
The dust bowl
The beggars urn
The end.

A case of whiskey for the judge.
A jug of beer for the marshal.
A spit of ichor for the prisoner.
A fine judgement for the downtrodden.
A fair judgement. From a man. In different robes

Glassed in the face,
Hands torn from the bone.
The mirror shard glances a look .
It drenches itself in talc.
A pure white terror.
The red leaks through,
Taking a slow country drive over its skin.
The shards purposefully placed.
An easter island oddity.
It wipes its brow,
It stings some more.
Pure white powdered hot pain.
Its beautiful.

He lay there in his pit
He looked at his thigh.
His unimportant plain skinned thigh.
And let the calm still day wash over him.

Surrendered his mind
Abandoned his thoughts.

As the gentle din caressed his ears.

The end came and went
As the tide licks at the shore.
He stared at the horizon
Its infinite dangerous glory
He stared and he was ok.