Jack the Chaser (12/30/2015)
Flexed, tightened leather
second skin to none
abraided by the pounding dunes
gaze-burned in by setting suns.
cactus juice and guzzoline
books bound in human skin
lovesplit, explicity and obscene
loyal to the laughing kin
where law is lead-lined majority
powder-talk where rule is skipped
Big-iron holstered on his hip
rewritten tumbleweeds will tell
of gloves, hard-handed from brambles, and the wet
graves dug shallow as a rattlesnake well
but ain't nowhere to bury me yet
so long as blood's dried in my veins
I'll steal the legs to follow through
you'll hardly know me by my suture frame;
you'll know me by the bullet
destined for me
recast for you
what good's a legend what ends?
revenge revenge revenge.