when the needle hits
Carling Mars 

Sometimes I see a bee feeding on lavender and I think
if only I got stung 

I saw a raccoon in the street and it made me think of you
There's a limpness about death
as though your muscles put
their holster and gun in a drawer and said
There’s no crime in this city anymore
But still there’s violence in the streets
Tense up, protect your throat
that home of blood and voice
Don’t loosen your hold and
make an easy target of your soul