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.