"Telling, untold"

I’ve eaten rope – it helped me get by..
but you can only take so much at a time.
It’s not how you’d have it be,
no, but it helped me keep both feet.

I know that I’m someone who could kill someone,
but I’m less certain I could again..
–well, unless the guy needed me to,
or he surely had it coming.

My beard’s changed color and –
straight – there’s a bull's-eye under my chin;
it probably won’t come as a surprise when
what befalls does for me, done.

You’ll get killed or you’ll die,
the only two ways to run out of time.
–No shining here, it’s private property,
but 300 feet over there'll do fine.

One day entropy will tear up things, and sense, too,
but it’s not angry, it’s gentle.
Until then, flowers and gingers and Ruth’s Chris-es,
or at least the brief cool breezes of thoughts of..