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night fight
Contributed by
fortunesdancer
on
Sunday, 25th September 2011 @ 01:46:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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darkness was the room
and the air thick to brim
thud of boot echoed
and lights were grey and dim
guitar strings hummed
in the dumb of dead mens night
the streets where gearing up
they bubbled for a fight
and she knew he didnt know
that suit made him sing
in the husky dusky glow
lovers waiting on a ring
she was a pretty thing
for sure
but never was she
certain
and the claps roared from within
and the music raised the curtain
dancing girls
and handsome boys
smiled in content
they heard whisper screams
but not a none went
the boy in question woke from slumber
to the wave of inner wonder
coughin blood and stutter
his dreams put him in that gutter
bleeding out his guts
the other girls thought him drunk
or to be crazy, nuts
he reached for a pistol
which he drew with drumming pride
the pain rose within him
and "dam" out he cried
his senseless paining shriek
bellowed in the still
he caught a crow in flight
he turned to face a cracking door
which also seemed to creak
alley lit in lamplight
in a window he would sneak
the show was swinging
right on time
playing matching rhyme
like the girls
flying on fancy poles
all manner of men hung the bar
dressed in fancy clothes
spirits and the liquors
poured above the last
great plumes of smoke
hot hung the room
and stuck it their fast
he crept into the sauna
looking for his man
to break his heart
and he lost him round the corner
his girl was away now
behind the whirring of a fan
he stole away backstage
in hope to find relief
but all he seemed
to find their
was sorrow and grief
for a scream rang out
from the barrel of his gun
but the man shot was not the only one
for he his target fair and square
but the lead passed right through
right into another who lay dead
too
now he was a running out the room
stricken with the panic
his heart boomed like a drum
he glanced at the moon
as he made it the door
was it the manager
or just some other whore
his girl was gone
his home was up in flames
all those wants he aimed
dam again as blood let out
this one for the dames
the girl stolen from him
was waiting upstairs
wondering what the
corrupt below got em scared
chained to a radiator
bound like an alligator
and in a flash she saw smash of a hammer
on a gun
as the man she saw running wild
like time begun
sky met with a rising sun
men broke free and crazed
to her domain
wanting more to yank her chain
they beat her brains
like pulp for a sin
she didnt commit
they heard her pieces but they
said it didnt fit
they claimed it was him and her in a wrap
like dirty assassins on a mob hit
crying out crap
she cursed and spit
before they put her out for a final nap
it wasn't long before the sirens screeched
to a halt
and men with long faces
and happy hats
drew colts
they ran around asking bout
but got only snips
of doubt
by teh river bridge he waited
playing chance on the equated
he had looked to do one deed
but he had no heed
before he died gave his final sup
the commissioner declared a bounty
and the nooses all drawn up
he turned his heels homeward
back to the girl he loved
looking like a saint
passed the old figure of a coward
looking faint
he can feel the smell of mock up
paint
acting on instinct and
on his dried up luck
he crawled past the muck
and by the circumstance of her death
he wept as a child would
he held her last and close
those who gagged for his noose
before day begun
by the rising of the sun
corruption put him on a train
a death caboose
he tapped an old tune
the chorus of memorys
the crowds anxious boom
the executioner was loud
and proud
he had no shamed
to hide
tears brimmed his eyes
and voice sung pride
he claimed this suit
played the night to sleep
with a cane and reapers flute
that love was existent
out of his reach
he was late hours clocked
those in crowds swore
they saw his hands do the crimes
that he murdered three
in chilled blood
and he alone pays the fee
all other parties
and justice where not to be
birds above hung there heads
in the waiting ceremony
his only regret was lack of kids
or matrimony
he was silent in his testament
and turned down the hood
to hide his face
he wanted people to see
he had no disgrace
he thought about the love he lost
thought of law and innocence
and the man he never missed
thought about the bullet
and the girls he never kissed
the string was drawn up on his neck
bruised blue and black
the sherrif at his side
the judge at his back
he sobered to his mind
and about ugly mankind
evident was the lack of
truth
if only the right man
reached the phone booth
the show played oh his head
and the crazy how it seemed
he was hell stricken deemed
and only above lay death
by the crack and snap of wood
his tears filled a pint
and the body rang a thud
it was all a cover up
for the face of crime
which gave the rythem
and the ryhme
the man in charge
looked above
and below and said with a grin
god take his soul with a sin
and the boy flicked a dime
Copyright ©
fortunesdancer
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2011-09-25 13:46:11]
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