MUSICAL BLADES
Smiling In Hell
As we inhabit our temporary costumes
you wouldn’t play lotto this evening —
one less disappointment to
wake up to in the
morning
your house was already on fire,
no need to pour more fuel on it
you couldn’t speed up the
aging process anymore than
you could slow it down
Fate had you locked in
like a roller-coaster
seat belt
you surveyed the broad
catastrophe of your life
like it was one of
Michelangelo’s Sistine
Chapel Hellscapes
all the people in your life had
either pitchforks, tails, horns,
or cloven hoofs, and you
were always the innocent
ass in the middle, whistling
your way to your own
slaughter
you shout to the four winds
as you trip along towards
Death’s waiting blade —