Mr. Double Barrel Narrow Vision (through the dark a lamp lit for him)

let’s help us see. disarm the weapons inside we

a hit of dopamine laced with
grittiest of love, then
flooded with life
and gasoline,

in each heart compartment rests
a loaded gun he’s grippin’ soft
’til the slipping off of his
skin lined gloves,

and if his fingers ever taste
bare metal,

you’ll find my face all
twisted in with

all debts sun’s dust
shall settle.



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