I am the Skeleton of Burroughs Bullet

I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and  just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on here...you have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book.

I am the skeleton of Burroughs’ bullet

I am the skeleton of Burroughs’ bullet.

I charged out of the chamber

And went for the quick exit

I knew what I was made for

Upon conception

And it still makes me sad that Joan went out

The same goddamn way Eve did. Nailed with an apple by a fruit.

Sometimes I wish I could go out the same way

  Or get hit by a train

Or to get struck by lightning

To get possessed by demons Abducted by aliens

A Mercy Killing

Whatever

But I always wake up.

I am the skeleton of Burroughs’ bullet

Going so fast I can’t see straight

I am the skeleton of Burroughs’ bullet

I was tucked in his pants While he was in Mexico Taking it up the ass

Because the needle

No longer put them all to sleep

They are restless

They are many

They look a lot like the ones I see

When the red dragons come for me

In my sleep

When my skeleton is put back together will you draw a red crayon heart on it?