Body Parts in Backfields Buried by the Mexican Drug Cartel

"Stupid c**t, there ain't no bullets in this thing. It's all f****n Mind-Power."

I am
a hundred-
billionth
of a bigger picture,
a single piece
necessary to complete
the puzzle,
my only trouble
is I got lost &
ended up locked
in the wrong box,
nauseous, distraught
by lots of toxins
perhaps
as some
plague or pox,
a caustic
act of an
obnoxious god
that I should be taught
some kind of lesson
for expressing
some interest in
an interesting thought
brought up
from the
bottom of the bottom

- bottoms up -

to Shambala,
to Shangri-la
run, young one,
run,
faster & farther
and you can disregard
the b*****d bars &
marginal martyrs
made to crack and detract
fallen stars like us
from returning to the sun.
speaking in secret
snake tongues,
worthy enough
and deserving of
all the worldly love
that money can buy;
& it
crossed the heart,
but it opened the eye.
lost from the start
now we only hope to die.

well, you can admit
it's a terrific lie.

Author's Note

Meh.mehmehmeh. I saw The Devil's Rejects for the first time last night, & I cried my eyes out.
Freebird, man. It's all Freebird's fault.

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

"backfields" is such an amazing word.

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

when I was introduced to you work I became an instant fan because we have similar styles...as usual and from what I read nothing but poignant poetry at its best....