Quite horrible
draw your gun
stand in sun
look into the eyes
and your funeral
conductor.
A crisp breeze
is out circling
like a ghost
planting whispers
in your skull
You stand before
me parked
finger
nipping
at that gun of yours
whilst the sun
enters its prison cell
and the shade grows like a ****
transforming blood a little sharper,
judgding us in this alley
in this cooking kitchen
are peeping standers on a natural
strike- bear witness art exhibition
on the cusp of religion,
two dogs about to bark
and stray
a little more deeply into one another.
Soaked in the black theatre
many chimes of skeleton pearl
crying down the alley
its a dead sea.
hearts choking
in their own blood
sweltering standing two stick insects
feeling steel burn on em’ their finger tips
Daisy pickers glaring at the picker.
Its a field day in hell and someones staying.
One with wings will fly off as soul.
Uprooted in the *** plant of anguish out form within
the solitary dust world.
Steel curtains
and rainbow lizards…
Three streets
one alley
one sun,
one cloud
one keeper.
one judge.
one hell of a shoot off.
Look into the eyes of the timid dog.