Sweet Jane

With a gun in your hand
Her hair stands on end
Messing around with another man
I ask her
She flicks her head:
"What the fuck," she says
No go
I leave
Ask the sky for help
No ease there
Baby talk
Baby steps
I wanna walk
Off the edge
Help me ...
Sweet Jane

Poetry by loomer
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Written on 2006-10-20 at 12:43

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Another shot in the arm poem of a will of steel poet. Flowed well, Not sure who was holding the gun though? Smiling at you, Tai

keith nunes
Edgy dude! blindingly great imagery!