Nails of the Death

big eyes

pretty eyes

wild eyes

bloodshot eyes

tired eyes

so, so tired eyes

big smiles

big boxes, big crates

big tears

big responsibilities

big thanks

big opportunities

big, heavy thoughts

big luck

big luck in america

this is why we love it here

everything is bigger

old men

young men

joking men

leering men

leering women

whining women

whining men

awful men and women

and awful loud drooling children

when did it become so easy

to write them all off?

fingers twitching

fingers scrambling

fingers closing around necks

fingers scratching out eyes

fingers clenched, smashing through walls

fingers helpless, empty

fingers desperate to feel

fingers that will never be still

sad face

smiling face

dont mope

dont cry

dont pout

this is a gift

this is how lucky you are

(and you are

and you know it)

so smile

smile at the people

smile at the children

smile at the women

and the men

even when they hurt you

even when they kill you

smile up into the barrel of the gun that pokes you

in your stupid fucking forehead

no matter where you are

nails chipped

nails broken

nails caked with the flesh of face

nails red, red and redder,

nails that cannot be cleaned

even when they are scrubbed raw

nails of the death

you wish could take you

face smiling, still

face dripping in crimson and gold

big smiles

big goals

big dreams

big fucking deal

this is all that matters