Poetry

Love The One You Get Lovers in a maggot's dream scream strings nobody wants to hear Cowboy blues bully up as killing squads Mailman watches what the names get Killing fields are locked and loaded Children riding rocking horses places show We get old and lowered The kickbacks Senseless linger of a bone box Aging of a human beat box A skull that lost its head Squealing souls count wooden crosses up the road They're …

…don't but when was I ever standing still A Sun For Every Grain How could it be so My head can't hold the number I've only been to a couple But I recall how much there was And there are edges all around What about the grains down under Those are keeping someone warm I relive watching those bits slip Thinking of what I did How could it be I'm the trace I never saw