A Man Was Shot Outside My Suburban Home

Something about the new Stage behind the red swagger Green TVs, living that luxury Almost getting lost with the sullen Eagles lifted to heaven level Gray in the garden bed I’m painted yellow and Glowing like a scarecrow Angel among the dead heads Smoked up across America Smoked up in back yards, kitchens Bedrooms, smoked to heaven And hell and found a way back To sleep before work starts I’m molded in the sealing Of your bathroom tile watching Scum blossom. Lost in the open Neck draining on park pavement Only good men chase bad kids Everyone knows he was loaded Days after, we found bullet holes Through the walls, bullets lodged In the door of our car. I almost Thought I’d find a hole through My heart. Three days past the Rude waking and I’d find a bullet Still burning some hell through me