Itch
A lone drop of morphine
Tumbles into a shriveled arm
Drip. Drop. Drip.
Honey glazed donut eyes
Doused in fluorescent light
Flicker violently around the room
He dodged bullets
But he couldn’t dodge the needle.
A coarse barbed tongue
lurches across gunpowder stained teeth
creating an abrasive melody in it's wake.
Peeled, puffy lips pulsate softly.
Precipitating skin flakes onto the ground below.
He tastes desert eagle.
Sometimes somber faces serenade him
But recoil at his musk.
Their eyes, distracted by gold trinkets
That once adorned his fractured body.
More in love with the legend
Than the man himself
Oxycontin dreams.
Latex invaders, with yellow gloves
Blitzkrieg through his guarded sphincter
and scare the shit out of him.
wearing blue masks to dodge mustard gas farts
Like Jerries armed with tongs
At dinner bell, the plastic wrapped Luftwaffe
drop candy coated boluses
into his gaping bloody gum maw.
His dreams grinded by mortar and pestle
Flak buried in his spine spat by mortar shell
Influenza ravaged lungs raped by pestilence
Never known for his eloquence or his smile
Instead for nine Nazis annihilated
His Winchester lies erect over his bed.
One bullet slumbering in its chamber
The others cushioned by gray matter
In the cauldron of some jerry’s skull
He doesn’t know who’s worse off
His trigger finger itches
If only he could reach it…
If only…
Tumbles into a shriveled arm
Drip. Drop. Drip.
Honey glazed donut eyes
Doused in fluorescent light
Flicker violently around the room
He dodged bullets
But he couldn’t dodge the needle.
A coarse barbed tongue
lurches across gunpowder stained teeth
creating an abrasive melody in it's wake.
Peeled, puffy lips pulsate softly.
Precipitating skin flakes onto the ground below.
He tastes desert eagle.
Sometimes somber faces serenade him
But recoil at his musk.
Their eyes, distracted by gold trinkets
That once adorned his fractured body.
More in love with the legend
Than the man himself
Oxycontin dreams.
Latex invaders, with yellow gloves
Blitzkrieg through his guarded sphincter
and scare the shit out of him.
wearing blue masks to dodge mustard gas farts
Like Jerries armed with tongs
At dinner bell, the plastic wrapped Luftwaffe
drop candy coated boluses
into his gaping bloody gum maw.
His dreams grinded by mortar and pestle
Flak buried in his spine spat by mortar shell
Influenza ravaged lungs raped by pestilence
Never known for his eloquence or his smile
Instead for nine Nazis annihilated
His Winchester lies erect over his bed.
One bullet slumbering in its chamber
The others cushioned by gray matter
In the cauldron of some jerry’s skull
He doesn’t know who’s worse off
His trigger finger itches
If only he could reach it…
If only…