(part 146) THE ART OF FORCE

LA'S FILLED
WITH NAMES AND FACES
DON'T FORGET
I KNOW THOSE PLACES
TIME CAN HEAL
WHEN LEFT ALONE
DON'T WAKE THE MONSTER
IN HIS HOME

I HUNTED ON
THOSE LA STREETS
KNEW THE STRONG
AND KNEW THE WEAK
I TASTED BLOOD
AND LIVED ON PAIN
I DINED ON THOSE
WITH SHIT FOR BRAINS

LOADED WORDS
LIKE LOADED GUNS
ARE SOMETIMES NOT
FOR USE AS FUN
YOU CHALLENGE ME
FROM HIDING PLACE
LET ME GET
INTO YOUR FACE

TELL ME WHERE
YOU'D LIKE TO MEET ME
TOUCH MY SKIN
AND MEET AND GREET ME
NOTHING THAT
YOU'VE EVER KNOWN
WOULD BE LIKE
MEETING ME ALONE

COME MY FRIEND
AND TELL ME WHERE
I PROMISE YOU
I WILL BE THERE
AND WHEN WE SPEAK
AND TELL OUR LIES
I'LL WATCH WHILE FEAR
FILLS UP YOUR EYES

YOU AND SMALLNESS
LIKE YOU MATTER
ONLY WHEN
YOU GLOAT AND CHATTER
HIDING IN
YOUR CLOSET SWEET
LIFE IS DANGEROUS
ON THE STREET

DARKNESS RIDES
A PALE HORSE
IT'S RIDER KNOWS
THE ART OF FORCE
A SKILL UNKNOWN
TO THOSE UNTRAINED
WHO FEAR
THE VERY THOUGHT OF PAIN

Robert Parker Jameson