I am dark, and I drive upon you hidden

within the tornadic presence of your own form,

mean and loose to purpose, the stream of knowing,

our father the purple cascading omen, gunshots

over a wasted valley, the yellow shriveled furs,

ten-fold the winking blurs, sinew to speed, and death

of the spark, flick, creek, massif, its all-stripe tomorrow

hath, this anger wither, and whither this anger goeth,

I breed into your death with the face of our father

as phallus, and turtle, and wolf-skull gushing rotten waters

washing the brain paste from the labyrinth your fingerprints

cloying of such magnetic perfume, I descend,

in wide pink radiant torment

pink saguaro photolith 

the revenant by proxy to your absolution

in metal cause

hard as stone

is the steel quickness of my accelerating accuracy

armor borne on firing internal skin works

my knowledge is as bleak 

as agility

as frail as eternity

and I come for you 

with all the fury and slow solar death

of gravity in purest ignorance

and I take from you what is mine

your miserable stinking life!

I am Pistol Pete!