Duel At Noon
My heart jumped, my lungs collapsethe news came as
some surprise
being hit in my chest one
not twice
My oh my, fingers trembling
breathing is hard
so easy to catch a star
meet me at noon
like summer meet in June
All is set up, clock ticking
leads being picking
eyes to eyes
sun just rise high
meet me at noon
nowhere to run, I presume
But time is up, line being draw
spirits comes, rotten raw
meet me at noon
last call, revolver down after
the first boom.
Comments (11)
brother if he comes...like a duel in western style.
A magnum 44 will do.
in any case.. if u do, it's betta... so that if u get a punctured lung it won't collapse.. kinda it would have already collapsed.
bs aside: great poem.
I'm glad you liked it...is my abstract way of seeing my
uninvited sibling to my place.