Rifle Eyes - cLOUDDEAD

A murder of mosquitoes, and moths, and gnats

Ravage the florescent flickering ribs of a motel lot flood light

Their frantic trajectories perfectly sketching insane in it’s halogen corona

No collision… no drinking of bulbs at long last…

Just a panicked moon drove dance they bang their insect eyes and mind at in the

dark

Note: it takes an extended stay

America’s common black self cleaning line of ants

Approximately one and a-two third’s hours to completely excavate

The fresh kill carcass of a large New Orleans cricket

Point: minnows have teeth in their throats… (x3)

Thrice we passed this truck all packed with pigs…

This truck is always packed with pigs

You can not tell nor ask a pear tree

That it might only have the bird’s nests happen to its branches

Have you ever marveled through the pretty pith of your turned around eye

At the bug blood gut modern art on the fender of your country crossing rental

van?

It then becomes self evident

That nature is responsible…

To peel deer from desert fun…

To sleep through vulture mouths…

Its femur like a chopstick through the paper

Nightcrawlers all dried up on the summer sun sidewalk

(Nightcrawlers all dried up on the summer sun sidewalk) (x2)

An ant with a little bit of leaf looks like an ant with an African mask

(Nightcrawlers all dried up on the summer sun sidewalk)

(An ant with a little bit of leaf looks like an ant with an African mask)

(An ant with a little bit of leaf looks like an ant with an African mask)(x2)

The red raw salmon steak in the gas station urinal

A full feathered dead pigeon with its entire skull exposed

A single long stemmed rose resting between two mounted antlers

A spider spitting web on a styrofoam snowman’s head

Car salesmen asleep in their cars on lunch-break under the highway on-ramp

The x-ray of someone’s tumored skull left to scream doom from the gutter

With all the other preventative waste, no name no face

All the oil drills on some sick sedated rhythmic robot

Rape mode like brain-washed flies at a carcass

The highway shoulder dead dog’s fly devoured eyeballs

As garnish to a four lane state road

And all the southern Cali orange trucks headed to somewhere there’s winter

One armed men changing tires in the shoulder

For pretty ladies and their well dressed daughters;

Engine oil boiling, undercarriage eaten by a billion ants of rust

Bacteria gang-banging in the window cracks

A single long stemmed rose resting between two mounted antlers