Chicano Poet

Saturday, August 03, 2013

The Gun

Like in a black and white
1940's movie

a dame and I
smoked cigarettes

her red lipstick

her platinum blonde hair
was driving  me crazy

with unpleasant desire
the gun in my coat pocket

shifted and felt heavier
the three bullets

waiting for their destiny
like all of us

the dame
had made up her mind.


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