Simple Life Minutes

Blood doesn't run,

it curdles.

Life doesn't end

in the blink of an eye,

it ends in front

of many.

As the cook takes

his smoke break,

red lights are run.

As the police line

is stretched, empty

beer cans pour

from a truck.

As the man

looks on at

what he's caused,

the ambulance drives by.

And as the paramedics

do nothing, the innocent

driver dies.

I was grazing that day,

looking for asphalt pastures.

Dreaming of a

cud-filled life.

Camoflaged in

black and white

trying not to become

black and blue

by the

blue and white.

Putting up a fight

and putting the cops in cuffs,

to give the citizen's a rest.

In my chest, I know

everyone saw a piece

of the story,

each person got a taste

of the scene.

But with wide eyes,

I saw things

that still haunt

my dreams.

The car cut

across the

parking lot,

the drivers side

crushed. And

while the crowd rushed

and the firetrucks arrived,

a faceless woman

sat waiting

to lose her life.

Now this makes me

one mad cow. And

they say im sick, but

im not crazed. Im

the most pissed off beef

you'll ever see

standing here

in front of Tom Z's.

Left

frozen forever

to remember

that the customer

always pays.

(From the collection Delirium, Delirium.)