mercy me

[dead man]

so

i've become what we had
feared the most, expected at times
Marquette & 79th, my treasure to find
Western Union me a breakfast to dine on
camel smoke and a smile, coke in a vial
stoned denial, roll my Denali over median, watch
driver's side window spiderweb like Wilbur & Charlotte
figure it out, she says. we sit in heavy decay
shelf-life evaporated powderkegs we stored in our basement
for a rainy day, if we relate it's moments at best
i grabbed your throat and asked a question, did you ever respect me
sweat glands oil lantern light woodpanel the wall
dreamt destroying each utility you paid to install
candelabras smoking, their flames are neglected
i've wept appreciating this dramatic effect
the world is stages, pages, patience, latent repressed
take your shot, make it count. hope it kills me or better
yet, ends it all for certain. mercy me, what a ride
i'm only here to paint a wall and stare at it dry





dm