…..Slight return.

Cop this.

-Bon Scott.

Just like Jimi’s voodoo childe.

I will take any return ,as slight as it may be for I,at my best and meanest ,am an architect of sorts. And this is my fucking house.And you? You can’t tell me shit….I remember everything. I remember it all.

I am the mark of Cain.I am the 7 day war,the wrong side of the tracks.I am a tactical response wrapped in an air strike.I am a 200 dollar handgun with the serial number ground to a 5th amendment taking memory.I am the regret that you can’t forget  or shake no matter how many beers you pour down you neck or how many pills you take.

I am bathtub speed and the Mann act tonite.I am self immolating with gasoline while breathing fire.I am calling it down and raising it up.I am ruby lips and a poison cup.I am gluttony and nuclear powered.I am greed and desire.I am lip,sip ,sucking and fucking you up and you never even saw it coming.

I want it all.And I’m gonna fucking get it.Dying by the second and taking you with Me.

Violence has its tongue in my ear and its hand on the small of my back.I want it so bad  that I can taste the adrenaline running back through my sinuses like cocaine.My fists itching and my demons unshackled and bitching.

It must have been dark for I could not see the path before me . All the doors that I arrived at, doors that once opened at my command ,had conveniently forgotten the sound of my knuckles. The shape of my scarred fist. I turned. I masked my panic and confusion with a cloak of miles run and punches landed.Of letters never sent.I folded like a losing hand.

But I never stopped. I never gave up. While you danced on my premature grave I was growing wings.

I felt dry for  a million years and there was no language left to me.My neck hollow and my voice a copy of a copy of something that I once knew.Something that was once as natural as breathing. As I sit here here in reflection and rebuilding it all by the second, I can feel my pores open and  drip sweat, the cloying stench  of fire and iron tainted panic batters my senses.

(” Oh baby” she cooed “Welcome home….” )

I have traveled my whole life on a contract of sonic annihilation. And I am good. No, scratch that, I am one of the best you will ever see. No matter the carnage envious motherfuckers have left behind,etched upon my past, a jealous graffiti of acid and small dicked insecurity, I will rise again and again.

I have not hit my reserves in too long.Anger has laid dormant but tonight as I remember  each and every face and name in my veritable  cunts gallery,I can feel my lips peel back in a snarl.I am all animal with opposable thumbs tonight .Honey? I am your worst nightmare.

I am back.

The lights on the perimeter are skidding drunk across the sky,the wires have been tripped.Everybody loves a party,here,let me take your coat.

What a vintage! And here was me thinking that the fire was out and the still was drained dry.There was one match left in the box and one bottle in the cellar.And thats all I need. I can taste my teeth and feel my hair growing.I can see into the next week, my hands could tear your heart from your chest before your peanut brain even registered the hit .

A million miles on the path by the river and you were numb.No words for the heathen immigrant,no shows and endless nights in the van,no stages like cages to forget yourself on and in.Nothing for you but the voices of the betrayers taunting from the darkest recesses of your mind, but you must of known better because…

You are back.

I hate you as much as I ever did.I age and doubtfully mature but know that I will never forgive or forget you, that I deal in poison like pimps deal in skin.I will own you with my triumphs.I will beat myself to death with sound.Reborn nightly.It gets no finer than this.

I get wet thinking of amps and ungrounded microphones.Of the filth of the floor grinding its way into the soles of my feet,of the ache in my gut as it tears out of my broken toothed mouth louder than war,bruises blooming black on my beaten corpse night after fucking night, getting leaner and meaner.

I have the biggest heart in California baby.Did you think that I had abandoned the battle?

Oh! Surprise! Guess what?

I have not even begun to reign down the carnage that is my birthright and duty to deliver. Did you think that I had gone soft? Forgotten what it is I was built for because I spoke of the heart? I am fueled and courageous in ways you can’t even begin to imagine let alone understand.

This is not a warning.Its a threat.

M

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