The Beat to My DrumI'd never been unlucky enough to be around drunk people all that much before. To be perfectly honest, I'd never thought much about the potential experience, either, but Jesus H. Magical Tapdancing Pony Christ, I wish I had. Insufferable gaggle of giggling unbalanced perverts, and that's the boys. I guess all those months in front of the computer reading stories about people getting drunk off their asses didn't actually tell me jack shit about how to deal with actual people getting drunk off their asses. I definitely should have guessed I'd be around this, at the very least. I mean, I decided to go to a college dance. A school-sanctioned one,The Beat to My Drum by ~Dendrae
Zone 13.2: A Killjoy SestinaBright yellow sunshine gunZone 13.2: A Killjoy Sestina by ~Dendrae
One to match the sunshine sky
One to match the firework blast
That's all that's in her mind.
Waiting hard for his fool head
To turn back up, free.
That's how he sees her, in the free
Air, a thin hand on her thin gun.
The wind and a white flash whip his head
Right, turning his gaze to the scarlet sky.
It's all he can do to keep his mind
Off of the sickening laser blast.
There's a final snow white sound blast
And he thanks the radiowaves he's yet free.
Too much stress weighing on his mind
Too much hate to focus down the barrel of his gun.
He gets up and walks to the sky,
Knowing the Warehouse will fi
Zone 13: A Killjoy SestinaWhite shiner fireworksZone 13: A Killjoy Sestina by ~Dendrae
Chain link electro spider net
Fenced in like cattle, like rats
Stark against the blue red dust
A sunshine gun in his pale hand
Looking outside to the sunset
The Warehouse printed a sunset
American Widow in fireworks,
A mark on the girl's hand
As she waits in his net
For her man to step out of the dust,
To stop the crash queens skittering like rats.
The entire zone's going to the rats
She says, silver scarlet sunset
Hiding the upthrust rust dust.
Watching the signal fireworks
Shoot their come-home bloom into the sky net,
His tattoo on her palm curls up in her hand.
She holds her breath as Betty deals he
Lament of One Sorry-Ass DudeHis name was Mitchell Cooney.Lament of One Sorry-Ass Dude by ~Dendrae
In private, he called himself
the Electric Jester, in hoping that
would give him the courage
to back out of this
sorry-ass life he was living.
He found the unmarked disk
by the side of the
road chucked out by some
ass that wouldn't be able
to tell his head from
the butt of a gun.
He took this disk and
launched his courage, to the
skies, posting a red 'OK'
to his dashboard and learning
the lyrics to every song.
Death or victory, they sang,
and he agreed with all
of his goddamn radioactive heart.
His big black truck, he
knew, was going to need
some touching up out in
the Zones, but he f