Jack

I have grown pedestrian claws
And dip to roam the sidewalks
As if....
the concrete squares below my stealthy
Red shoed curling feet
Were ushering me in
To the gateway
Of the badlands

My mind set:
Bring on the terror dome
This night takes kindly;
Havoc
Trickfuckery

More than one ornery hillbilly
Has nurtured those abilities
Psychological warfare ...
Matured my finesse with it
Far beyond egg yolk
And TP
The thought;
An assault on my sensibilities
A loose grip on my country grammar

My vowels slide
As I pass the state line south
Through the mouths of swine

Halloween runs wicked in
Blue blood hillbilly mafia veins

My claws are fully extended
My eyes narrowed and set
Red barn double doorway ...
Come hell

I am fully prepared
To be slick as shit;
Or wind up in a jail cell