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Alpha Pistols

Alpha Pistols It’s a nice warm summer’s evening in 2004 The cool man was on top of the Manchester tower block He fires down with various guns at his lower targets There is a builders yard two hundred metres away The fork lift trucks zip about and disturb his sleep When they reverse their beeper goes Beep Beep! This riles the man and makes him madly dance Round his one bedroom flat on the 22nd floor He grabs all of his guns in a heavy holdall and rushes up To the very top of the building where he can pop them While wearing only his bleached white Y-fronts He sits down by the edge and gets ready for war From up here he can hear the fork lifts beeping He grimaces and shakes his head then opens his bag And removes a small tape player then presses play The 12 inch version of So Alive by Love and Rockets His chrome and ivory Colt 45 follows with three clips Clicking off the safety he aims at the reversing trucks Their blinking orange light and street lights illuminate Y-front man aims and fires at the small trucks His gun is loud and follows thru the muggy night air Bullets spark off concrete blocks and one hits home Going thru the windscreen and shocking the operator Quickly reloading he fires again till the mags are empty There are 30 different fork trucks in the yard and area He killed one driver and wounded another in the leg They are all instructed to to their job while able and alive Next he gets a 45 calibre Grease Gun with long barrel He opens the shoulder support and readies his toy He stands up and sprays the yard from the hip His grin sez it all as his sub gun blazes away Two fork lifts collide and drop their pallets of bricks Reloading he fires at the upended yellow trucks Their gas bottles explode and cremate the drivers His song is on a loop and goes on forever With raised arms and eye to the sky he dances Round and round he spins to the goth song Next he grabs his Al Capone 45 Tommy Gun It has a round mag full of bullets good to go Standing and firing from the shoulder he goes The recoil pushes him away from the roof edge He leans into it and the muzzle flash is serene The slugs impact all over the yard and 6 trucks Snapping chains piercing tyres hitting drivers Two are killed one hurt three are terrified They still operate their vehicles as ordered MAJOR INSOMNIA CORPORAL SLEEP Nick Armbrister and other writers

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