Falling Sand Poem by chris bowen

the loss, cold as morning breath.do i die an efficient death? the meth and the gun in the drawer.i am prepped for war and i underscore i can hit the door.me amore no more.my jeans are tore, i adore a dead pearl.clam.damn.die like a man.you look like a rotting elephant tongue and life had only just begun.fun said, i'd rather be shot dead than attend the callahan fair friend.not that theres anything wrong with callahan, but theres no hold on a hand and ill be damned if i can stand the plan.the loving man, ike clanton said.he wanted doc holliday dead? no, he was his bro.remember, ike was killed in mexico.