Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Free verse

The Last Hit

On the rowdy, raucous, Californian road,
I found his shutterd store, selling guns,
tobacco and more,
and the man came out in a brown 
cockroach-coat and said, "can I help you?"

"I need a forty five and shells," I said,
"Well I,ve got a twenty two with mercury tips,"
he replied, "OK," I said, "that'll do I'll try,"

and when I'd loaded it, I pointed it straight 
at his eye; and he gasped and told me, "not 
the face, it wouldn't be right,"

and he took it thru his brown cockroach- 
coat and heaving-breathing lungs; and when 
the round came out, with the truth, and spraying
blood and greed; it stopped on the faded 
calendar behind; right on today's date;

and I wondered why and I wondered why?
and then the radio sang out;

"my oh my what a wonderful day!"

and I ran out into the black and white 
sirened-street, and the police aimed their 
guns, and lies at my summer coat, and 
Honolulu summer shirt; and as their bullets 
spurted thru, and lifted my feet off the
startled-starling lazy street, I quickly sang; 

"my oh my what a wonderful day!"

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