guns up
funs over
gun shot
bullet wounds
emergency
hospitialized
go home
get some rest
sleep tight
wake up
eggs and bacon
nice touch
bandage off
guns up
the game don't stop
just watch.
wait to smell the roses
when the casket closes
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
I've read a few of your poems here - thanks for putting them out! I like following the course of your thoughts. Keep 'em coming.
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