Red Rum Poem by Brad Blanco
Red Rum
two barrels
cold against my head
while i wait for my imminent death
as it slowly approaches
the mans voice, deep
but the man himself, small
with a hint of anger and hate
in his eyes
his dark, dark eyes
starring me down
'till his finger pulls the trigger
and my eyes go blank
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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