Sound Test

the dag­ger eyed snarky spy
and ran­cid skinned ene­my with­in
went out across the tracks
where janked up dreams live in sunken shacks
and fast for­ward girls fuck for a rewind fix

the sub­tle stars in bul­let­hole cars
flish-flash lights come clos­er
spot­ting misty chil­dren fly­ing mish-mash kites
catch­ing stran­gle­haired night with an ancient movie poster

they trav­el fur­ther into green­black waste
with noi­some smell and pal­lid paste
for an awk­ward girl who will eat your soul
tying up with stringy ropes and lan­guid notes
torn apart to make her whole

far­ther gone the undead two
to groan­ing lands where wight­ish hands
offer noth­ing more to do
mak­ing bloody faces into sick­ly spaces
hate­ful and ran­dom­ly skewed

snarky spy with dag­ger eye begins his wail
and rot­ten skin foe with­in makes them all go pale
the freak­ish chant and mawk­ish slant
they speak the wind­ing way and twisty say
all is dead by end of day

the rhyme scheme wry into dark­ling sky
pat­tern shots take wrong way turns
into park­ing lots full of steam
onward going woe sow­ing
noth­ing but a ran­cid­dag­ger gleam