custer

from the album “Que Vive!”

shadows fly across the ground
vultures circle in the sky
animations swallow imaginary hollow
empty promise fleeting, the approach of death
with my last breath I’m not broken yet
the way ahead turns grey, crawl towards the horizon

nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
promises, promises, a lie
no cares, no cares, no cares
think before you die

allegory thickens, the plot is bored and twisted
eyes a tiny sliver, cracked and hardly whisper
“I’m willing to battle, every day of my life!”
“my purpose to make my narrative, as truthful as possible”

nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
promises, promises, a lie
no cares, no cares, no cares
think before you die