Undercover Enemy

Undercover Enemy

Desperados' land playing nuclear kids around conical ogives praising sex drugs and rockabilly undercover a sheriff's hat; clamming legislation,

deeming blood for territory, land of

promises anew recycled, rewashed in distance, in rejection of past ancestral diabolic culture

Damn(ed)!

The land of rejoined west far there

behind almighty ocean, holding

bullets in trees as chickens upon a

fig's naked winter trunk and guns in

pockets loaded with registration fees

and old musty biblical love...

licking authorities colt for a dime or

good luck

Say, I tell you sun, this is one hell of a community, read the guidelines, ours', bend your will to serve in appearance and you'll be fine! BTW it's gated, so you're safe...

in here it's me ruling though - the

breath I take you shall receive – it's

me breaking the law; but it's OK 'cuz I'm the crime watcher, I have a big toy (as plenty do) my only duty

defend you, body & soul

So may it be

in heaven too!

© 2014, JC