Here come the hitman
him hitting hard today
it’s been a decade since
he hit this hard in the heavy steel flash ghetto
with the pygmy shunt and Grecian sluice
now hitting them with a wire ball in
dead downtowns and high deserts
he come hardest when the anejo flowing
tight boots and uncommon headware
slithering down like a Pope’s feces
into the crapper of a foul career
trapped inside his own colon the Ouroboros effect
his fingers missing ah there they are the
profound last 5 miles of an island walkabout
leather, steel, herbs, fish
his woman waiting at the boat like
a cat in a window
starving feline gags on a taxi
and suffers the pain of his victims spent inside
her colon
the scars and kisses
ringing shots and saber flash
he brings the pain to an entire culture
bringing his glaze of pure
mikroverfahrenstechnik
caressing the air with heat and train explosions
parrots out of focus in the wave of the blast
the flash the bang
turquoise blur
calling to sunless tunnel divots the residents
anonymous cockpit swayers of the Old Land Way
ol’ retired hitters
living off fat organic wounds
and crop circle hipsters
taking a bullet for The Snake
hitting hard in the eye of the storm of full supra bliss
it’s been a decade since
he hit this hard in the heavy steel flash ghetto