Buck Downs

bradley will

there's a bullet in my mind
getting ready to have been fired,

         a thousand cuts
         a thousand thrills

    full times, part times
you know I've had my share --

feels like old go back to school
   and the more I learn
     the less I like

     we are as one
     we are at war

   when I'm gone
   they won't find
   nothing left
   but the body

one bullet
they didn't
   was still
in my head




bared bones on snow

autumn pied strait-
  jacket meltdown
and the new cool blank
        of clarity
  smoothes out
the feel of raggedy edge

stock tumble to the froze one

bared bones on snow

connected to honey

  posthumous recreation
  and all our labor
     shall be in delight