stories will conquer the world


animus



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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