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Tossing Hand Grenades and Bullets
Off and on they signaled, always in rapid fire casting munitions across my window blind A garish platoon of aggressors engaged in war all tossing hand grenades at my haggard mind Their bullets were blinking in Morse code flashing in rhythm with droning dissonant jazz From their stronghold across the asphalt road they nightly attacked in a tawdry scheme No clouds as allies to enshroud the moonlight In cryptic shadows I avoided the street lamp and the eyes of their sentry. Her stilettos tapping in syncopation, I slipped by their sentinel vamp Stealthily I moved, muscles tensed and strained, I peered through the umbras to launch my attack An alleyway spotted, and there I ordained the weapon to silence their nightly escapade Behind their front line, my hand unlatched the box I flipped all the switches and pulled out the fuse The only sounds I heard were patrons moaning No Morse code signals or stilettos walking in ruse On my window blinds there were no flashing lights No tacky neon sign, offering home brewed beer on tap Victory over the aggressors. I mumbled their last rites I slept peacefully through the night with a fuse in my lap
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