stories will conquer the world
he's holding a gun and
the streets are almost completely silent,
waiting
possibly mourning
probably whispering
'pretentious pathetic lil' prick
whoa you done'
smothered voices
and
the sun leaning against the horizon
(ready to fall, 'are you?')
all telling, talking, thinking of
'wha is 'bout to happen'
the other one
he waited
with
eyes wide open
a drumming heart
spaghetti-legs
and a shivering knife
he waited with her
'til the sun fell off the earth
and was replaced by the moon
which reminded him of a silver bullet
and how he needed one
one bullet for a life to live
Poetry by Sundance Kid
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Written on 2008-12-28 at 19:14
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he's holding a gun and
the streets are almost completely silent,
waiting
possibly mourning
probably whispering
'pretentious pathetic lil' prick
whoa you done'
smothered voices
and
the sun leaning against the horizon
(ready to fall, 'are you?')
all telling, talking, thinking of
'wha is 'bout to happen'
the other one
he waited
with
eyes wide open
a drumming heart
spaghetti-legs
and a shivering knife
he waited with her
'til the sun fell off the earth
and was replaced by the moon
which reminded him of a silver bullet
and how he needed one
one bullet for a life to live
Poetry by Sundance Kid
Read 406 times
Written on 2008-12-28 at 19:14
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