999 Z78

the jumprope whipped around
hit him straight in the jaw
he cried hard
on an elemtary school floor
nobody asked for that pain

the water main flooded
but he sat in his recliner
with a case
and a glass eye
looking for the apocalypse

solid weights
solid head
solid heaven

don’t call him baby anymore
he’s tying his laces
sharpening his axes
biting bark off trees

we’re all scared of him now

smoke a cigarette when the sun
goes down
smash a roach with your beer
shit
it was just a spider
sleep in your eyes

I know
I know
I know
I know

my gloves doesn’t fit
my glove don’t fit
my gloves won’t fit
wasn’t rich
wasn’t right
dirt road
up the sleeve

ticks on your back
asleep in a nightmare

you’d let me in
if you knew the truth