“Shoot ’em for he run now.” Lost in the hoosegow
of my soul’s paranoia. Screaming as a thousand eyes
watch from the shadows of my mind’s murder of crows.
Perched on a telephone wire like a jury of my peers.
A puppet show buried in secrets of my decadence
speaking in hum of something I can’t outrun.
“Shoot ’em for he run now.”
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