A Man Was Shot Outside My Suburban Home
Something about the new
Stage behind the red swagger
Green TVs, living that luxury
Almost getting lost with the sullen
Eagles lifted to heaven level
Gray in the garden bed
I’m painted yellow and
Glowing like a scarecrow
Angel among the dead heads
Smoked up across America
Smoked up in back yards, kitchens
Bedrooms, smoked to heaven
And hell and found a way back
To sleep before work starts
I’m molded in the sealing
Of your bathroom tile watching
Scum blossom. Lost in the open
Neck draining on park pavement
Only good men chase bad kids
Everyone knows he was loaded
Days after, we found bullet holes
Through the walls, bullets lodged
In the door of our car. I almost
Thought I’d find a hole through
My heart. Three days past the
Rude waking and I’d find a bullet
Still burning some hell through me
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