Fresh from leaving the scene
with bodies all over the floor
staring up at the ceiling fans
with glass eyes.
They looked exactly how Hector said
when he showed me my first:
“See, there’s nothing inside of them anymore.
You’ve got nothing to fear from a dead man
except his kid.”
Soon after the slaughter
I passed this cop on the highway
and he wasn’t looking at me right
something about the big, broad sneer
painted all across his fat, dirty face
really pissed me off
so I spun a 180
half across the road
half across the gravel
fish-tail swinging wide
like her hips in those jean shorts.
Lord have mercy,
what a fucking whore
she was in the end
and it only made me want her more
than life itself.
I came up hard on his cop’s tail,
while throwing my nose into the rest of the bag.
Fuck, that’s primo Mexican!
Everything else they have is shit but
their coke and tacos? Holy fuck!
“Pull over, Pig!” I shouted
until he slowed down on the shoulder
as I picked up the revolver
lying across the
“Hey Piggy, Pig Pig Pig…” I chanted,
“It’s your turn to pull over now.”
I fumbled the door but it opened anyway.
I got out of the car
raised my pistol
and bullets went flying
as I laughed.