Saturday, April 12, 2014

Two Little Ditties

Bang, Bang, Shoot You

The gun lay on his table,
Warm, gleaming
In the window light.
He gently picked it up,
Embraced it tight,
Caressed the trigger,
Killed Able,
Then ran helter skelter
Through the night.



Whence I come,
Wherever I go,
My mind is lost
In blackest night.
Since dark from light
Ever need I know,
Never heed a word I write.