Steve and a Punk
STEVE AND A PUNK
screaming in the street
three of us had to pull
him down to the
ground
where he lay
hole in the head
from a hot metal
gun
the cold was brutal
his blood was warm
we stared at him as
if he were some
rare flower
blooming red
puddles of
petals
Misty…
she ran away
Steve lit a
cigarette
and gave it to
a punk
diminishing perspectives
blowing peripheral minds
© Kim van Breda—30 November 2015
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