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Some-body’s gotta die-
everybody’s just some body
anyways right?
I guess that’s just life.

Let the gunshots blow; nobody gotta know.
Even Goliath can be felled by stone.

His mother’s crying in her only son’s graduation seat, holding a diploma.

Can I please get a moment of silence,
for all those no longer with us.

Father forgive us.

Green tomatoes fried before they grow.
Quiet. Find an unidentified body
on the side of the playground.
I don’t remember not feeling old.

Our only exits are off 77&85.
Trap or die
slow.

It’s a cold world out there-
Some just don’t give a fuck.

I drove down a deserted road
somewhere that felt somewhat
like home-

blowed-breath in my lungs:
medicine for loneliness.

The darkness is my closest friend.

Where I’m from
thugs say there’s nothing wrong
before they swallow their pill bottles
in their tears.

This isn’t a piece of fiction.
You couldn’t write this shit
I know.