Oh, I almost forgot…Kilo Kai.
Bearding out. What if I said I was sitting around eating cheese w a knife twisting my mustache? Would you still love me?
Outside. 507 in the AM. or course I’m listening to Beck sitting on the front steps in my underwear. Barely thinking about bed but reality throws a brick at the back of my head as God rains on my headphones
The old schooler. You wanna trip, I’ll bring it to ya
my anger’s an axe
it’s handle is worn
embedded grime — my reticent evil
but does my crime deserve death
do you deserve the gavel?
you sit there in a black fucking robe
and piss white wig
your bloody face
and bleach white teeth
tell both a story and a lie
your eyes, robbed of all mercy,
have long forgotten
the benevolent stroke of justice
my axe has been sharpened again
and again and again
it begs to be buried
into your emaciation
it wonders, which expression
will your gaunt face
don when you realize it’s all over
i swing just to find out
satiated, drenched and glazed
with your rust colored blood.
but what’s to become of my axe
should i leave it in you
or park into the stump out back
and wait for another
as deserving as you are?
Severe beard angles