Beyond the Messiness



go right ahead

machine-gun-

mouth, SHOOT!



as I know well

your lack of

total control,

nor willingness,



or even your care

for others feelings,

or it's merely your

undying desires



to be a brut and

unabashedly so;

sickenly blatant...



your face's a

black sewer

where death

flows easily



why, why can't you

look into the mirror,

for it'd tell you I'm

no liar, and you'd

hopefully cry to be

more than a bully



the eyes know

what lurks below,

seeing beyond

the messiness



4-16-11

james kenneth blaylock

04/16/2011