Thursday, 4 April 2013
Hundreds And Thousands
A revolver
and open packets - a few thousand pounds
sat restfully around me in the back seat
I asked if I could hold the gun
okay, be careful: it's heavy
it was heavy
The car inflated with sun
I was eight or nine
it was fun
He laughed
then didn't even lock the doors
didn't need to
it was a safe area
I didn't have school that day
Hand on my shoulder
we walked to my door
everything was okay he was a neighbour
his family now big in ice cream
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Hmm, is it a poem?
ReplyDelete..the eyes of the beholder..
Deleteyes, but still a strange one :) ... to me
ReplyDeleteYou're right, it is - not in my usual,er, "style".
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