death & you

death

there’s the bar-fight

i’m destined for

and at this point

i would smash body from bottle

going down

swinging

bleeding and raw

a brawler among brawlers

knuckles worn and sore

the company store

won’t dog me

down

i’ve worked for

everything

i own

so i say, ‘fuck it’

bring it on

death do you best

i’ll be standing

in the dust

settling around

that’s probably why

he hasn’t messed with me

yet

but I see the horizon

and the day

i will

present my neck

and go down

slowly

hopefully in my sleep

on a cool summer day

the breeze

blowing

my unfinished

dreams

into

the

sunlight

and my songs

and poems

fluttering around

the room

waiting

to be read

and loved

by

you