realitique
politics + culture + a little night music
3.17.2006
Poem of the Day
the rifle lay between us
i looked at it then
up at him
he looked at it
then up at me
i lunged first
but felt his hand when
mine reached the
rifle
who would be first to pull
the trigger?
No comments:
Post a Comment
‹
›
Home
View web version
No comments:
Post a Comment