New Freeverse: The Man Who’s Trying To Kill Me With A Shotgun
August 7, 2010
The Man Who’s Trying To Kill Me With A Shotgun
Figure that haunts me from
The sleepiest crevices of my bed,
I say unto you—
Leave me be!
Wandering across my dream mesas,
Dashing about. Zero escape.
Every bunker, the corners where I
He’s there, jabbing that
Sawed-off shotgun into my ugly mug.
Clairvoyant claws burrow beneath
Pulling each, one-by-one
Tearing flesh and
Staring down that lighted barrel.
Hammer down, trigger finger poised and
Why does he not unleash the blast?
I demand an answer!
Scamper again, sprint a
Desperate search for cover.
Come about to stumble upon
That which I
Knew would be there:
The cloaked silhouette
With his death-weapon.