put on a new shark skin suit & one foot in front of the other.
thy kingdom come, thy will be done
& folly will be your druthers.
the spinning wheel of holocaust arms & words & spit
will get mindlessly out of control here.
i'm an action hero.
doing my own stunts & secretly hoping i'll get injured so i can collect the compensation.
i've whittled my bloody, boned out fingers to the point of
shameless, & my heart needs a bath from all the smog it collects in the open air.
who cares?
i wouldn't be a man if i didn't dare a little.
i'd wash up in a rusty old basin somebody used to clean carcasses in.
i'm not dead meat.
hail a cab or take a train.
just make sure it's the roughest ride to get me there.
the long way around so i have plenty of time to shuffle & re-count.
i'm made of grit & steel & old baby doll heads.
the kinds of things that make a place cold or strong
but hauntingly familiar & nostalgic.
i have no enemies.
just cowards that are too scared to really feel the way the want about me.
got to go.
the lease is up.
electricity's been shut off for days
& i haven't had a hot shower in months.
if you find me or cross a path i've been down, flash a grin
because i'll already be wearing one.
sometimes teeth & muscle are your only friend against it all.
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