hard man

where's ya headed hard man?

with your skin so bathed in chrome

with your lips so hung in frown

where's ya headed hard man?

gonna give s**t without take

gonna enter a room and stroll through
like you own the m**********r

where's ya headed hard man?

going to sing sin

going to rough up the villainy

where's ya headed hard man?

want to ask me a question?

want to speak any words?

quiet grace and raging torment
only mask over that wounded face.


want to remove your shades and let me see
those diamonds cut from stone?

want to tell me a story?



i can feel your skin scratch me from across the hall.


where's ya headed hard man?
oh that's right.

you don't know,

you'll see when you get there.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Some people won't know where they are heading till they arrive. I like the feel of this poem. Some people look like they are heading for trouble. Always a interesting story to be heard when they speak. A excellent poem.
Coyote