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Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack
at night by moonlight
peeping past curtains of burlap sack
such a sore sight
surrounded by fields of green
willing as she'd been
tho' torn
she surely wasn't about to be seen
with a child out of wedlock born
so with a bun in the oven
she had her Dad invite he
who did the dirty deed
and plant

Riding Shotgun With The Devil

Staring into the clear blue Sky,

Tears Fill my Eyes,

As the crows come flying by,

High above the trees,

Dancing with the Breeze.

I'm Down on my knees,

Shoveling,

Digging up My roots.

Exposing bitter Truths.

Who I Use to Be,

The parts I Wish weren't me.

Opening the door,

I settle in.

Riding Shotgun with The Devil,

Riding to a different level.

Balancing the Machine,

Repairing the Seam.

Picking up

a shotgun blast of poetry

poems wing -zing themselves through the air
hitting me on the back, in the neck, in the ear
I am being pelted by them on a daily basis.
The only way to get away is to write them down.
They begin to settle when they realize I am honoring them.
Thus, I keep a pen handy in restaurants, while waiting

Poison

Substance with death plan or harm,
To recover from it Luck’s charm;
Planter taker has lost his farm,
Not likely to help ‘Raised Alarm’.

In one’s bowel begins its strike,
All good organs poison dislike;
Doctor fetched with the quickest bike
One should not with poison self spike…

Some poison through in a minute
Their wasting strength quite infinite: 
Who solves problems with one

Mayor Gone For Last Prayer

Shotguns for blood search
Of all places a church:
Not Muslims for Jihad;
Christians who the guts had…

Christ they know like priests
But this murder makes the feats.
Some ten million to share
After a job just unfair,
Each three million dollars,
Soon their shirts gold collars…
 
For ten years now Mayor,
James gone for last prayer:
His worth. The Betrayer
Through one Michael Heyer.

Shotgun Birds

from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister 


Shotgun Birds
In the sky the birds fly up high
Dodging shotgun pellets
Fired from the pissed off farmer
See how they turn and roll
This way and that oh yes
One is hit on a wing
Spirals down to fall

Like a wounded bomber plane
Wait till one lands
On the irate farmer's head
Bang bang goes his gun
Up high fly

Us Pistol With Russian Bullet

A big cash withdrawal with my verve, 
Then sighting watching crooks did a swerve
Only God knows where I got the nerve!
Like one who does in the Army serve...

Perhaps, because it's my last reserve,
A lot I'd lost others didn't deserve,
Treasures forfeited I could preserve
And to this leave not it conserve...

Money withdrawal  with Machine Card,
Next saw

Blue Shotgun Lantana

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are no women who do not like perfume, there are women who have not found their scent."
Marilyn Monroe 





"Blue Shotgun Lantana"

Shotgun and the Wind

As we neared our destination
Heard a loud reverberation
Almost instant suffocation
Windows down for ventilation
First a little accusation
Followed by a refutation
Then he says it’s defamation
An unjust adjudication 
One quick breath in desperation
Then I paused my respiration
Dare not risk an inhalation
Fumes so bad they’d kill a nation
Cigarette for relaxation
Struck a match then detonation
Leapt out to avoid cremation
Went back

Riding Sixties Shotgun

I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart ImPlantation
but not Southern enough,
somehow,
to withstand straight-male competition
in fluent White Privileged culture
favoring evangelical
flavoring monotheistic 
monoculturing AnthroSupremacists
fueling Future Farmers

Kinda like 
patriarchal-capitalist
****-retentive pathological trauma
homophobic nature v pantheistic erotic spirit
unenlightened Left unhealthy
and disempowered Right

Shotgun 2

Silence,
Silence,
All I hear is silence

Through phones we are loud
And so we vowed
That shootings are disallowed 

But in person we are quiet 
In order to return balance
We need to stand up and start a riot

While the amendment states,
“The right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed” 
This amendment dances and circles

Shotgun

Gunshots ring out
Too many bodies to count
Running and hiding 
While bullets keep firing 
Blood sprays 
Where bodies lay 
Going to the light 
Because of gun rights
But my question is this,
Is your right worth the crimes those commit?

Shotgun

Driving shotgun
she took the wheel with her coffee
I smiled and made comfortable
my relaxing feet

We traveled many a places
the road was our friend
no doors were shut
to our travel there was no end

I would do anything to have that seat again
to be with the one I love and travel with
but fate would have another path
there will never

Turkey With a Shotgun

He came at us in the middle of the night.
Carrying a shotgun, and it was not light.
He shot at my husband but was way off to the right.
I saw it was the turkey and knew we’d have a fight.

I hid under the bed and refused to pop out my head.
I knew that gobbler was waiting

Shotgun Law, Part Ii

...Lefty just smiled at the sight,
wouldn’t have to search for the fight,
he said, “I see you want to die,
are bounties really worth your life?”

The man wore white, and smile back,
“Ain’t none faster than Randsome Jack.
I’d draw, but there is no need too
with that shotgun right behind you.”

Lefty sneered, “No need to be a jerk,
I’m not

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