tuesday bloody tuesday
he was tired of being nice
so he moved on to better things
hooked up with some of the boys on
thursday night south of eighteenth street
his woman wasn’t happy with some
of the choices he was making
proceeded to tell him so friday morning
he bought a handgun and spent
his saturday at the pistol range
clearing his mind by repeatedly
reciting bang bang bang
on sunday she sat polishing her rosary
wearing dirty white gloves
church bells ringing in the distance
when monday night mob turns raw
he slips into a brand new world
picking up instincts and aiming
to get a clear shot at something
january two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Fantastic! Loved the imagery and the progression!
Thanks so much, D.J., so glad you enjoyed this one.
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Thanks so much for reblogging this post, Cindy. xo
I get some image of Boomtown Rats here…
very vivid – a la Guys and Dolls 😉
had not thought of that, very cool. thanks for your comments and for sharing on twitter ;`)