in the final scene

with wasted bullets,
vitriolic dust,
the last witness
- my great western

no one comes
no one is saved
and with this
and all
understandings
everything
simply
and finally
fades

and
all those
who you
fucked
or loved
before
now stills
in a web
of your
creation
the black
spider
welcoming
you home
holding
onto
a thread
as you
consume
the binary
in all
things
counting
down
to zero
alone

the great
divide
is miles
of empty
intellectual
debris
marked
only by
self worth
and a
hatred
of the
unknown

i guess he
was shaking
when he held
that knife
to the
kid's throat
causing him
to wet
himself
the psychosis
is scleras
flaring
the brain
snapping
and crackling
down the line
this old
friend now
threatening
to break
your legs
one against
one
in war
forever
or until
all hearts
are broken

on the beach

you gasp

for the

one left

behind

your

lungs

keeping

monsters

whole

your father's

hands

holding you

still

what good

is breath

when there

are so 

many ways

to kill and

be killed

the like

the soul
removed
i stare
into
this new
window
52 hours or
more
a week
waiting
for you
to like
me

more
cracked
ceramic
beer
dribbling
years
gathered
in insipid
suburbs
cadence
spitting
from the
slurred
legs
between
friends
gone and
found
under broken
sun bleached
skin
waking
to warm
death
beds
sucking
and fucking
rotten
climax
from the
scarred
inner
streets
a cop
inside
all of us