PALEFACE
'They'll have no mercy, lady; they'll have no
mercy. ' Half Moon Bay, the rest, to Vallejo.
Those California scavengers will be home by
noon - here to roost, to take back things, to
claim what they've left behind. 'I dragged him
out back, it's the best I can do.' Ghosts remain
pale, even after they're found. The sharpness
of my knifeblade can cut things without effort.
Lies glint in the sunlight. Brown eyes, weathered
dead, fade and turn white by the end of the day.
Oh, by moonlight, please God, help me out.
No comments:
Post a Comment