It is my final day

The bank robbery went terribly wrong but I haven't spilled the entire beans
Sure that fucking teller tried to alert the cops but I addressed the situation and found it obscene
So I cocked like a cockerel the trigger and I fired a round square in the face the teller did bleed

And then we ran and in the running of this I felt bereavement like I had trod on a innocent bug
And yet as the child that was hurt by the vain and a belt I felt an internal smile a dream dealt hand of smug
The get away driver revved the cello tuned engine and we headed towards the border
I still don't understand the reason of your mind that tidies the terracotta of law and order

It didn't last for long this freedom from both physical mind and body and soul
A paragraph of disillusionment a fire stoked of love and coal
They fired three times and I'm down on the floor
And it's drawing to an end this rigmarole this need for more.

So I guess it's time to say hello to the sheriffs gun that pierced my heart in a shot
I entangle my fear of both death and the baby that is lying in the hometowns cot
She will never hear her daddies voice except in yellow ancient letters I wrote one time
And the last breath
I stroll forward once
The second in a second
I drop. Onto my knee
I try to pull the pistol from its holster
And then it's all slow motion
I cried in a minute second and then I passed away
A bullet to the brain.
It is my final day.

Titanic tonic

The scent so inviting like pine kernels teasing amongst squirrels gathering just for the sake
A death defying move that you chose to tap into the emergency brake
The exploration has just begun on a lazy Sunday morning coffee
As stark as light that illuminates amongst the space time matrix continuity.

We delve into the countryside and dance as we hold hands for the very first time
As we witnessed the nursery rhyme like a cocktail needs both lemon and lime
Dusty saddles mind controlled by a billion infinite existence picnic table
We shall carry on regardless dear amongst the physicians explanation of the cane being able.

The wave. Good grief the wave goodbye a tsunami peasant living in a field so felled
A cello playing like an upstanding umbrella was of one hell of a try dispelled
Yet I admit this the embryo of my thought the cerebral patterns
It is what it is this burning charred love this entirety of the barbecued burnt as it happens

So we dived without apparatus a free deep breath and we swam downwards
A cheek of yours glanced upon my face and I held my lungs and heart strings chords
And then we glanced for the very last tinge upon this immense titanic
The ice grasped our heart and live together forever in a historic written tonic.

The skull of the ancient man

After we found the skull of the ancient old man
The flat insipid love triangle delving where it can
There seemed no need for baton passing no need for violins
An atrocious chaos star exploding devil dancing sins.

You reached inside my heart and massaged the essence of my soul
A miner of my inner thoughts that lifted me amongst the strife and rigmarole
Danced and fishnet stocking lured me with a torch and lamp
And I fell for it all, the second the hour the clock of time the eventual stamp.

So I moved away into a backward and reversed corruption of the internal
Jumped from the mush of rooms to the claustrophobic hellish infernal
A life saver it turns out you were not, yet in the end I can't abandon you as a friend
Perhaps I'll regurgitate informative internal hope that this is really not the end

Of the knot. The tied, the rope, around my bleeding scorched neck.
I will continue to question and to fight for a new beginning. The dot of ink in a fleck
Like a feather on the philosophers tower back,  whipped within an inch of his life
I shall remain, alone in the steam of the wolfs nostrils, arctic trouble, dalliances, strife

So I wandered and wondered in a fairies dust that encouraged me for one final session
In the history of me providing a massive shoulder to cry on and I'll be the passion
Just let me be the beginning and the end of the perfect sentence
A little heart and a little love and the collapse of percerverience.