A Snake, a Gun, the Sun and Me

Tween grass blades  
and bugs suffocating on raid  
 
Between mouse houses  
and dandelion shade  
On I slither  
along ankles of folks  
past garden stakes and hoses  
on I slither  
 
Snakes have scales that shimmer  
 
On I slither  
 
Through skulls of depraved  
and saints met by those insane  
 
Through windows of cop shops  
and scared hands raised  
On I fly  
Towards snuffed out hope  
over the rich and the broke  
on I fly  
 
Bullets have no eyes  
 
On I fly  
 
Upon grand parades  
and barbecue fish, fileted  
 
Upon stellar umbrellas  
and aviator shades  
On I shine  
Upon forest fire smoke  
into puddles of soap  
on I shine  
 
Sun beams can turn you blind  
 
On I shine  
 
Neath stones dated  
and loved ones not to be sated  
 
Twixt holes filled by unfulfilled  
and empty vases which have waited  
Forever I rot  
Wafting stench of life's cruel joke  
A brain dead dope  
forever I rot  
 
Corpses are absent of thought  
 
Forever I rot,  
not thinking about being shot  
by a serpent on a sunny day  
 
Forever I rot
beneath a forked tongue,
bullet case and sun ray

Forever I rot