into the universe that will never remember our name

a scramble in the middle of the moral battle
a fall to the dirt in an epileptic fit
ravaged brain soaked in whiskey and stale beer

boot stomped they say
broken neck attached to twisted skin
his blood son  will inherit the ankle chains

newstand release for a dollar on sundays
a celebrity for a moment as the dirt pours
and the cat pisses on the bold print

just another one of us
with that last gasp of air
into the universe that will never remember our name

blood stains his son's hands
but it was the no name that killed him
long before the whiskey and stale beer

lounged with ancients

fit into the wind
like the dust swirl
in september air

a scent of red
as the eyes forget
in chemical pain

we lounged with ancients
when passions were living
in blue dreams

as the mind opens
to eye sight
our
breath
is fantasy.