Keep the guns pointed down down to the ground
this woman’s crazy run her out of town
her feet are blistered her hair is matted
the keys in her hand open doors
to a life she’s long since lost
blue veins in her legs loose teeth the smell of death
life has conspired against her ever since she gave up
long ago somewhere else she had a love almost a life
love with a wandering heart bounce from
man to man to man to man
always someone different
with the same result
pain.”

2020-03-05 – Tim Love – 02 – Pain