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 © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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