Justin Tallman

Rookie (September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

The Curious Cow - Poem by Justin Tallman

Every shots a shot
you either miss your head
hit the target
or the coin is tails
opposite of your call
click of the trigger
the bullet with the impact
of a cannon
splattering thoughts and memories
painting the wall
with the colors of emotions
dripping down the red madness
blanking out the iris

Flashing television screen
game over

If you never take that shot
You'll be sitting there
looking like slaughter house cattle
waiting in line

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013



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