lounge act.

what would you say if i said i'm going to buy this place,
and set it on fire?

watch it fall,
and make a pattern out of the falling debris in your hair.

now would you run if i said i'm going to tape you down,
just to watch you widen your eyes,
while the tape runs under your moustache?

just a bang.
and honey,
a metal shell and a slight trace of gunpowder marks your powdery grave.
wait till the world sells you out and buries you six feet in water.

a bias action will only recurve back to the shooter,
listening only for the tentative heartbeat before digging in,
digging in with the haunting of what you did and the whirlwind.

it might be nonsense here,
but only because i indicated it this way.
to cover the fervor writhing within,
to protect the ones unneeded by wrath and spite.
the drink you love will only bring you down,
tear you apart and reshape in the size of my sneaker.
we will smirk while you are rubbed away till naught remains but a shadow.

we are what we do.
and if you do thus and thus,
then you will fade.

she is born out of a star.
and the world will wait,
till i dig out the charred rock that you covered her with.


don't swerve out of control my dear man,
hate will only get you so far.
the others will do you in.
and i will join in the stoning and the pound.

oh come on,
don't be this way.
you are already halfway through your walk.
don't let us end it here.
it will be bittersweet for some.
but we will end it with a sweet glee.
the world was never ruthless.
but you came along and cut it loose.


don't be sorry now.
because we will be.