Sunday, September 21, 2014

the gunfight

you are called
out at high noon
to have a gun fight
in the middle
of a dirt street
that runs through
the center of town.
but you don't even
own a gun and have
to borrow one
from your girlfriend
lily. it's pink.
hardly a gun at all,
in fact. it's more of
a derringer that she
pulls out of her
enormous bra.
you're not even sure
if the bullet
will reach the man
who stands on
the other side,
laughing and twisting
his black mustache.
so, you yell out
to him, hey I'm sorry
I called you a cheating
no good nitwit.
let me buy you a drink
okay. we good?
to which he says,
okay.

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