...who lights himself on fire just to beat the cold
more than able to walk straight he chooses not to
grass recedes at the sight of his step
the plants in his yard get the seasons all mixed up
spring skips his house altogether summer doesn't come until the roof is on fire
Dean makes decisions of life & death based on the state of his hangover
he parades his latest black eye around town like a battle scar
he makes one lover stab him with a high heel
he makes another wash his only set of clothes in gasoline
if he didn't need to sleep it off he'd catch the next one sharpening her nails to leave her mark on him
they tell him better watch your death wish boy the way you carry on you'll turn all your women into killers
namesake to a strange new skin disease he won't allow his body to get ashy
set him up with a new home he'll stick to his corner
it's not until the floor caves in & the stove explodes that he feels at ease
who chopped off his left foot so he wouldn't have to drive a clutch
he cultivates bad advice like mushrooms & pays close attention to his own side of an argument
he polishes his rifle with the doomsday preppers then sticks it in their face & robs them blind
you won't know you're dear to him until he threatens you with a fight
his ears haven't stopped ringing since 1982
the tongue comes pickled in quinine the nose is an ornament & forgot how to breathe
owner of a mouth like an ashtray rinsed with scotch
call him the oral shaman for by opening his mouth he acquaints you with death