Pain at dawn
scattering my wounds
no longer vengeful in wayward thoughts.

Her shine still obstructs me
gives my path detours
around the bitten concrete
from a Dragon named Desire.

Midday flames interrupt me
California is a heartless corrupt King,
whose wages undermine the wounded worker.

No longer silent.

My wrath unsheathed.
I held it close to his throat,
whispering silver from a holy ghost.

Money is your god.
Slavery is your name.
Death is your answer to life.

My patience only goes so far.