Poem for 5.1.10

August 9, 2010 at 8:16 pm (Uncategorized)

the fastest fist in the west couldn’t quite make the cut
those guns laid him down and spread out his guts
with blaspheme on his lips, he breathed one more time and took a dive
to slip into aimless body function and complete shit while he quit being alive

I don’t want to power through a gunfight just to swing hard and not survive


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