I see you
I see you
I see you, reaching for your gun.
But you’re not pulling out this time.

It ain’t the truth in your aim.
It’s not the size of your shot.
Don’t counter for wind,
Its exactly the same.
Don’t measure the range,
Were in the same spot.

Point, blank,
that’s the act and the stare.
Dead, wrong,
your scene and my glare.

Posted Sunday, July 17th, 2011 under Poetry, Verse, WIP.

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