i

heard

you

shoot yourself

i opened my eyes countless times

and i had every reason

to get to the page 100

and rip it and scream it:

now at 120 bpm and increasing

i'm here

dead cattle only ghost

i warn you i warn everyone

about destiny and 

portuguese guitars on drunken piers

where forever i've lingered

is no place to be

i'm at every word's root

stepping on broken shells

waiting

most certainly waiting

the next one shall have his fate

and his pine

in lisbon i'll bait him and draw out his heart

in algarve i'll spread him all over the shore

in port i'll ship him to hell where he's due

god and the devil assured i've paid mine

in one breath i blow the ocean dry

breathe in the water and spit ancient sherry

red flaming as drowning suns

devouring age

and bits of space