Time to go

by on December 14, 2023 :: 0 comments

Bearded guy idles up, Ram truck,
exhaust-cloud spewing rage
toward the gunless. Chaw in cheek,
sneer, long, deep suck, fifty-caliber spit
blown past, I fear a plethora
of slaughters will soon splatter
my shoes, my pants, am driven
to finish fueling fast,
hit the road to any city north.
Later I allow me to believe
both rifles in his gun rack
held only hollow-point poems.

editors note:

Yes! Let’s sub all bullets with beautiful banter. – mh clay

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