Oh brother, who am I?

[Wolfie Gilmore]

A Supernatural poem

Driving in our metal-fuelled car
I realize I'm lost, totally
But I bite my lip to keep the words in
Bite and think:
That's what our blood tastes like

Parts of you are part of me
You're in my bones
Dude, that's sinister
So I move us on
In silence, tapping the wheel
Hugging the road.

We're hunters,
You (and him) and me
This is how we operate
Silent, no second guessing
It's not dysfunctional
It's just our job.

I move us on
And I keep you safe
Holding you at arm's length
A punch's distance
I'm glad you're strong enough
to punch me back
I'm glad you're back with me,
We're bitterly cosy,
As a schoolyard fight

But underneath it all
Behind the flak
Of noisy guns
Little brother, listen
To the gasps between my cheesy lines
To the hollow echo when the music and the fighting's done
Listen, and I'll whisper it.

I'm just a shadow, little prodigal
I'm just your shady guardian angel
I'm fake, it's true
I only know myself
When I'm protecting you.

[Wolfie Gilmore]

How dare you think
I'm worth that much?
I should be six feet under
You should be with Sam
Who's going to lead us now?
I can't
I'm not a man.

I'm not a retard either
Know that you can't really hear
Know that I should shut my mouth
But, blame it on your other son
He always wants to girlie-share
To open up
and speaking of? I caught him?
never mind
Let's have a beer in hell
And rag him about
"College Girls Gone Wild"

So I told him
What you did
As'shole,
Told him
That you swapped yourself
For me ? a crappy deal
The world's been screwed
It gets the second-hand, the second-best
You dealt the devil's hand
And we all lose.

[Wolfie Gilmore]

The goblin market: a Supernatural poem

The goblin market: a Supernatural poem

It's as sure as hell
As certain as a dirt-nap
It's the one rule of the game
The trick of the trade
I've known this
Since before I could shave
Hell, since before I could drive ?

You deal with demons
They'll stiff you
You trade with the devil
He'll give you a lemon

And not the kind that
Pollyannas turn to lemonade

It's a simple fact: you will lose everything
In this sale
Everything must go.

I always thought til now
That only morons made the trade
Put their face in a tin at the crossroads
Threw their lives away
For girls, for cash, for the greatest solo, for the perfect score.

But when you want that thing so bad
That you'd die without it anyhow
When you know that the empty road ahead
Is going to be worse than whatever eternal smoke
They can blow up your ass
Then you sign in your blood so fast that your wrist hurts

You buy now, pay later
You'd pay far more
If you had a life to give
That was worth a crap
You'd pay with hell on earth
Just to have him back

So you plead like a little bitch
And you give them your life
Like it was nothing
Because it would be nothing
If you had to watch him burn.

It's a seller's market in hell today
And everything including me
Must go.