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Plenty Puddles Of

I was double aged in a gun barrel Thirty silver pieces was gone in sixty trigger seconds White smoke, blue flame Crimson puddles of scarlet pain Crooked arch shot fear darts from bent bow lips, that appeared straight as an arrow Caged number with a stenciled name — Patsy poster bounty always get captured by the con frame I was of a book ‘em conscript age, when I got tossed in a revolving chamber Deaf gavel pound turned the page Ash pale cloud poured blue coat rain Scarlet puddles of crimson pain Lock ‘em up, again and again ... Kill ‘em dead at the first dispatch call chance Captured pawns playing their collared part Bent bracelet eyes get laser love shot straight through the heart White smoke, blue flame Crimson puddles of scarlet pain I was double aged in a smoking hot barrel Casket born for rainy days, moving bravely on the straight and narrow Target practice doves become chessboard sparrows, having cell door knight eyes: Taser death treadmark from a metal horse charging Coroner number with a morgue name — Patsy persuaded toe tags always get buried in a coffin lit frame White lightning, asphalt screeching noise ... blue wails fearfully flail in thunderclap siren reign Sending downpour scarlet puddles of crimson pain

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/27/2018 3:49:00 PM
Scary stuff, my poetic friend. I live my easy life here on the North Side of Chicago, and a few miles away, what's happening is what you've written about.
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Date: 12/26/2018 4:40:00 PM
It is so tragic there is still so much injustice, a strong message here skillfully shared-
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