THE SNITCH from SORCERY by KASTRUBA (ANTHONY X. JACKSON )

The Snitch.

Who you’ve always been
We know
Your hands are dirty
You have no idea
How terrible you are at lying
There where your dog offers
Me a cigarette
Because she’s given up
Surrounded by junkies
Smoking poison off of aluminum foil.
We know your type
Shifty eyed
Polite
We know your type
Always looking over your shoulder
uptight

We always know who you are
Walking in these puddles of brackish water
Like Jesus Christ Superstar
Where the Bible salesman elopes with
The girl with far away eyes whom
Only he can see
She’s stealing his wallet
So she can buy you vegan
Chocolate croissants while you
Explain to whoever listens
You’d like to be able to tell
The ones you sold down the river
The truth finally
The truth
easily

You were brittle
Full of insouciance
Pale around your dry mouth
Plagued with sagging laugh lines
You were tickled pink
As you watched them all harangued
Into a deep dank and dark ship
For a one way trip
To hell.

Who you’ve always been
We know you
Broken wings and all
Crooked smile
Even your wife won’t kiss
Standing there drooling in the hall

You need say no more

We knew you’d fall.

• Spoken Word
• indie.
• neofolk
• poetry
• psychedelic
• storytelling
• California