portrait of a carnivore, copyright 2011 artemis sere

tulsa
from The Bonesetter’s Revenge (Book 2: Xenomorphine)
copyright 2009, 2011 Artemis Sere

don’t worry my bride:
OK is not a state in
which I will ever
rightly reside

you say
there ain’t no
goin’ back, but Tulsa, baby
back is all we have to give
and I just wish
you weren’t
so damned
negative

pictures
without color
eventually fade away
and in our shotgun
dramedy, we pulse
the night from
the day

so spin the wheel
sulfur the skies
the route is scorpious
the hills are wide
you bring the picnic
and I’ll bring the pain
and together
we’ll forget
this ozone haze
and forever
we’ll set ablaze
these Tulsa days

don’t worry my bride:
OK is not just a state
in a dig rigger’s
mind

you say
we gotta bury
our bloody roots, but Tulsa, baby,
beneath the fields of shale and
care, the secrets we share
will never stay silent
and I just wish
you weren’t
so damned
violent

cellblocks
without color
are our coffin call
and in our shotgun
tragedy, buckshot
will blacken our
brazen fall

so spin the winds
of these F5 skies
the route is cyclonic
the road is blinding
you bring the picnic
and I’ll bring the pain
and together
we’ll reflect
this ozone haze
and forever
we’ll set ablaze
these Tulsa days

don’t worry my bride:
OK is not just a state
from which we run
to hide

you say
we ain’t never
gonna be free, but Tulsa, baby
with hell on our heels you
whine, while a path
of broken lives and
dollar signs paves
the road behind
and I just wish
you weren’t
so damned
undecided

two
in the gutter
and one on the floor
debris smashed windshield
and a shell-peppered door
we brought the shotguns
the wedding was a gas
bonnie and clyde on genocide
bouquet of blood and cash
carnage without honor
marriage without age
and in our shotgun serenade,
the vows never fade

so spin the chamber
of these momentous events
the route is brutal
the road is bent
you bring the picnic
and I’ll bring the pain
and together
we’ll regret
this ozone haze
and forever
we’ll set ablaze
these Tulsa days