Stan Petrovich (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)
The rapid barometric stuttering
of a sudden downpour
vacating the streets
I fear not.
the amble of a six-gun toting
troublemaker, intoxicated as all get out,
Shouting, 'I smash you head in! '
Him I fear.
The strength of arms
Against such a predator
Shall turn his head inside out;
This I command:
(At least in my mind's eye) ,
And the brunt of my hand
Can shatter his nose
So it goes into his brain.
Then I will dispose of his guns.
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