gun smoke.

I see you, ready for war
with your gun and your attitude.
I see you there, armed too
with your judicial vigilantism;
your sentence would be swift,
in theory. Painless even.
I am not blind to what you see.
I see the world for what it is;
broken, but beautifully so.
broken, but tragically so.

I hope you never have to see
the aftermath of what I know
you’re capable of. I hope.
So beautiful through the haze
of a gun that’ll never stop smokin’.
Thing is, the thing is,
they were beautiful too.
Broken, but beautifully so.
Broken, but tragically so.

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    • Thanks for commenting. I so wish I could become a poetry blogger. I really want to get a chapbook published. Actually, I did do a self-publishing one on Amazon – A Diner Sits Two Places Down if you’re interested. Not that you have to be, but if you are lol. I will definitely check out your page. Hope to keep hearing from you!

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