Thrown to the Ground

I'm gonna laugh now
as you're choking
gasping
reaching for that air
knee against your chest

It's just a business matter
that you're purple
that you're red

It's not the matter
of amount

It's not
relationships

It's just a matter of
five dollars

Give it to me, bitch.

I'd rather listen to talk radio

This is obviously a Country-Western
Only you
haven't taken
our dog
my things

no
I don't drive
a pickup

chrome-plated
bumper
rearview
'84
am/fm
bench seat

And yes
there's dust on
the bedpost
level
the high speed

Roadside flowers
through
and on.

One
punch-line

there are no cowboys
in Boston
our unfulfilled
wish

I can't keep that woman in the bed...

I cracked a bone that echoed, deep
and on forever
like a drop into a well.

Like I'm some kind of man
to be fixed.
Like I'm some kind
of end to a dream.

Today I cracked a bone that echoed.
I let loose through teeth.

180 Bank to Rail

Sometime, early 2009 maybe.