Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction
I want to take down the rising sun,
And fall, in league with the dark of night.
Grinning with a loaded gun,
I want to shoot something, I want to fight.
There’s no rhyme or reason, just the fun.
It doesn’t need to be “right”.
I want to see a ray of sunshine run,
Pistol grip in hand, held tight.
I want to show it the barrel of my gun,
And reveal the frailty of its might.
Can’t stop until it’s gone, dead, done,
I’m going to murder me some light.