Small Dreams of a Gunman
In.his.bedsit
standing.in.a.deserted.street
casting.a.small.shadow.at.sunset
a.wooden.shutter.bangs.on.a.wind-blasted.wall
stained.yellow.with.the.sand.from.the.desert
where.the.dogs.fight
A.dark.green.door.with.a.white.circle
stands.at.the.end.of.the.street
Through.the.dark.pond-green.depths
of.an.unshuttered.room
came.an.image.of.olives.and.watersnakes
and.blood-red.walls.scarred.by.the.hand
of.the.executioner
The.hangman.himself
stands.on.the.wall
coiling.an.electric.blanket
Signed.by.the.Deathwatch.Beetle
May 1975
Gunman
A gunman, black glasses,
Swaggers, blood dripping,
Collapses, a stretched Jagger.
Coughing, he steps alone into a crowd.
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Assassin
I move slowly into the street.
The Senator strolls to his car.
The flames and bullets penetrate the victim.
Blood oozes in the street, so I go home.
I lie on my bed, I contemplate the holes in my body and think:
“What the hell went wrong?”