two devided by one

Uno fell

Uno wasn’t quite yet dead
when Uno’s body hit the bed
whispering into the light
to someone out of their sight

Uno said

this is not a dying grovel
for i know my time is done
but i wanted to write a novel
bout a devil with a blue gun

Uno saw

an old light ,slightly detached
bags under their alien bulbous eyes
their blinking crazed gaze unmatched
by the lights faceless smiling disguise

Uno felt

guitar strings strumming ones lips
cigarettes burning ones toe tips
bags of salt weighing upon ones chest
nails scraping ones bones for their zest

Uno died

excruciatingly gradually and wearily
for uno had lived almost thirty one odd years
wishing one had only breathed momentarily
upon a world where love never adheres

pre the fall

Cupid feeling unappreciated and miffed
procured a mysterious little blue gun
and with a dead leaden stare bequeathed the gift
to an ungrateful loved one on the run

©bg 2017

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