In The Eye's Of A Stranger Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

In the eye's of a stranger. You know he has a gun under his coat, the way he walks is steady. Just knowing he is playing it cool and I know he is a stranger.

So the weather had changed and it was raining, then I was standing underneith a buliding just trying to stay dry. So I did not know what was the next move I was going to make. But sooner or later i'll have to make an exit to the streets.

The Next thing I did, I was walking to the stranger and noticed that he had a long face. A face that didn't want to be seen in public.

So In the eyes of a stranger. He had a look that could kill somebody, just one glance at him you'll be blown away with a bullet in the chest.

So everything is a blur and I can't see anything, why is everything so fuzzy? . (That I don't know)

The man with the long black coat is walking kind of fast now, I think he is heading somewhere?

Not sure where, but I have a feeling that someone is going to get shot tonight.


March 15th 2009
Max D. Hornbogen