Imperial delight

when you told me about how its skull was split open and he was eating the brains
                              I fingered my gun fetish
all my heroes carry them around on their shoulder blasting all the great brown people
                              I am reminded some are yellow too
the red ones died and buried long ago but only their bodies deserved to go
                              we should shoulder the blame
it's not some conspiratorial imperialist state no body actually dies in the mid east
                              the bomb is just a tv sparkler
hatred is only an individual delight it is not bred and baked by the state
                              not one hour on tv is not bathed in red
guns are the answer until and when they are not righteous armies marching hate
                              we are all pulling the trigger
it's how the west and the east and north and the south and the cause was won
                              there will be no greater example
than the continual reassurance of the finality and necessity of mass destruction
                              no change

So Hot You Won't Find Her in the Same Place Twice

rusty lock on
swinging gate
gray sand old
time photo of squinting
cowboy gun rasied--
BANG--thumbs in
belt hook
spits tobacco on
memory I haven't
even been born
yet and he's gone
and buried himself--
six feet of dirt--in
the ground,

she winks through
glass hued glass
transparently as I
pass--

the slug catches me
in the chest

blood and gore--

I'm clutching my
insides

all out bleeding out

no breath,

she lights a candle
blows out the match

red lipstick kiss

the curtain falls
like the sun sets
like my eyes shut

like the wind
ever goes--