it doesn’t matter that she is blank
to you
i see her
scribbled in fine
point
so many want her
temptation
I am not alone
in this I have thought
about her since
childhood
so many have had her
some by accident
or not – no matter –
when she craves
a taste of you
she will have you
some do not want her
cold caress
stealing their breath
but others – like me
flirt with her heavy
want
zero our rifles
just enough
to taste silver
before
He never went out and shot someone.
When he gets hot, he crumbles like
dry wall.
Yeah the petals come off, but it’s not
his bullet. His bullet passes through
everything but glass.
At that point, his nerve is out of his mind.
He runs on instinct.
I look at it as reasoning.
He doesn’t want it to fragment.
It’s not effective, but
if I have a BB Gun that looks like a 45
and I point it between his eyes,
I’ll make him better than what’s out there.
A green barrette, a gun.
Good-bye, my lady.
If I cut my hands off, my lucky gun would fit.
I gave three seconds and died
happy, life is just a lesson.
You are thirty seconds to the grave,
I am just a prison.
You’re Irish season swallows poison,
we terrified your liver. Good-
bye, my lady,
I am drowning in a river.
Everybody is looking,
I have your money here.
You cheat! You’re a cheat, painting courage over
with fear.
My white girl, I love you,
with a dark and heavy gun.
I shot you up, a million shots
with copper loaded love.
Drink your dark poison,
swallow your tainted love.
Good-bye. my lovely lady,
your green barrette, your gun.
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