I hailed a Taxi, went to the flower shoppe, joked with the fleur girls, small talk and flower familiars… hit the liquor store hop, dropped some dead dollars there, then rolled down to my old job down at the Cemetery where i was once a gravedigger and said hello to my Dad… The sun came out over
the Daniel Boone tree and laid some warmth on my grief.
Bone Rose White
and a sad cigarette…
Every death is a bite out of you…
I’ve been in Shark Waters…
I wouldn’t change a thing..
I’m thankful to be able to crawl
home to his grave
for another breath of Respect and
Anybody can Kill.