Brass

[Wjames]

BRASS

He was thirty three but feeling one hundred
in this room, there was no room I like the word play, but it's a little awkward to read - I think you might want to add a comma or period at the end of the first line.
besides for making bullets

Overhead hung three hundred points
of antler dead almighties watching
him and how he was thinking I think "antler dead almighties" is a little too much, the image/thought is nice enough for me to prefer it more plainly stated.

He must of stubbed ten thousand plus
cigs into the arm of that dumpy walnut chair,
dumb hands all-knowing 

He must of handled one hundred thousand casings
on that press, and smoking snouts was dumb to do I've never heard "snouts" used for cigarettes before. Do you need "to do"?
around all that gunpowder

But after awhile, he quit caring;

He liked his tobacco,
His fingers felt like brass I like the ending. 

An interesting character study - I enjoyed it.