electric chair

29 Dec

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electric chair

 

the sons always defend the mothers

smoke gets in the eyes

the killer says goodnight

and pays the bill

smoke gets in the eyes

a murmur spreads the rumor

that we’re all going to survive

like a dawn remembered by a metalmark

as her wings begin to wither

smoke gets in the eyes

the voicemail tells me

that they shot Ronnie

because he was unwilling to give it up

the stash was worth a couple o’ grand

a belly wound and three-to-five

a second strike while out on bail

smoke gets in the eyes

the sons defend the mothers

the fathers just leave a trace

some stoicism and facial ticks

a twitch, a trick, another life lived in

sweatpants and TV dinners

smoke gets in the eyes

a familiar face beaming

because we haven’t seen each other in oh so long

it will take time and new resentments

to bring us back around

I’ll help her with her bags

and take her back to my apartment

and there we’ll sit and reminisce

on memories that time’s corrected

to be what they should have always been

but then just like routine

smoke gets in the eyes

the killer says goodbye

apologizes for being born

as though he had a choice

smiles weakly, meek, sedated

last meal of biscuits a lead weight

the hair begins to burn, the mercy seat

the temples thunder, the light flickers

smoke gets in the eyes

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