The Finale of a Dud

It's the philosophy of an astounded man's break.

The patience it takes to pull the needles out of place

Is digging the ditch six feet too deep for escape.

Contemporary insanity stitches these restraints,

Bleeding the life out of a simple mistake.


It's the endurance of an abused woman's embrace.

Forcing the pieces together that puzzled the brain;

Wrapped around a heartful of switches and ache.

Beat the body as though the rhytm is out of pace

Surrender the music to battle scars and pain.


Where were the angles when they died that day?

It was the liquer and guns that kept them away.

Bruises turn to dreams which are bound to fade,

When morning screams to hide under shade.


A weak evening glow upon her face

Shows the colors that the fist paints.

The red-shot of booze he dared drank

Went down with the trigger he chased.


Now the angles read the stains,

Which call them both by name.

These memories chose to stay

Trapped behind wooden frames.


It's the second before that is the second too late.

Shots rang out and two bodies lay.

The finale of a dud gone astray;

Called by the tears of a long forgotten fate.