return to the mud

Red bandana ‘round the dome
Sweaty palm slithering on the chrome
The snake has found its way into my life

I don the color of blood
Tonight I return to the mud
Ashes and ashes, dust to dust

And so I wander out to the street
Perhaps it’s the last to feel my feet
As I walk into your night

Fish pay attention to the moon
But in its pale shadow I’m just a hired goon
I’m tripping, as the sweat begins to pour

This awkward melody plays with dissonance
Synesthesia is met with resistance
As I wander into a life that is not mine

If thirty pieces was all it cost for the cross
And today many sell out for less potential loss
What is my price tonight not to flinch?

What’s the difference if tonight
He sucks down lead and I walk off all right?
Gold and ore, what’s the difference?

What’s the difference if on this street
He wins the draw and death I meet?
Gold and ore, what’s the difference?

Fleeting image of engagement rock on my girl
Fleeting image of…my stomach starts to hurl
Pack on back, treadmill on track to nowherE

Like the conveyor belt my mind spins
On the ugly merry-go-round no one wins
I start spraying bullets into the crowd…