Killswitch

The backstory obscure
& its meaning lodged like a brick
in yr lung
take it to be an emotional byproduct of
forever slamming into
futility, poverty & poetry
“the winning combo”
completely fucked up w/no third act
takes the heart apart & puts it back together
in some half-ass way
it still works
clanking, grinding gears
spitting fumes of gasoline
& someone in the night will
have to bear the guilt
not me this time
tap dead center among the silent
guardians of the first emperor
(Screamin’ Jay Hawkins?)
the last thing written was the
first thing said