Word For/ Word: A Journal of new writing

Laura Sims

Murder Son(g)

I am nothing!
-Kip Kinkel




I.

I plan to live in a big black hole

My heart is in the hole

It is gray





II.

"My guns, they blast right through me with a good clean love"

"My guns, they never stabbed me in the back"





III.

Walk into a pep rally with guns.

Walk into a Costco with guns. Walk into a coffee shop with guns. Walk into a party store with guns. Walk into a wedding shower with guns. Walk into a weight room with guns. Walk into a living room with guns and say


All I want is something small.


Chorus:

Settle down, settle down

It's all right, it's all right

Settle down, settle down

It's all right, it's all right




Walk into a forest with guns. Walk into a pasture with guns. Walk into a valley with guns. Walk into shadows with guns. Walk into late afternoon sunlight with guns. Walk into the house with guns. Walk upstairs with guns. Walk into the attic with guns. Walk out the window with guns. Walk into air with guns. Walk into paradise with guns. Walk into a bar with guns and say

Oh God...I am

Always alone


Settle down, settle down

Etc.