when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
