Home of the Knave

Part 2 of “Invocation Implied” 

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i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m alive
i’m alive in 2005
i lied
i died then i went back in time

1776: that’s where i exist
birthplace of a nation
bad situation
jefferson’s quill
never meant to ink this
do you think that time can be salvaged?
i hope for a lot of things
dumb luck is not one of them
surrender pen for gun again
better than stumbling
in shoes of some other men

gatling pun
trigger finger
mysterious cowboy
undead ringer
hot tempered gunslinger
slick on the draw
scratch musket balls
full english carom
ricochet off ribs to break your phalanges
carpal tunnel boring
trigger warning:
keep your discipline where your wrist is
flick of mine own
you’ll remain suspended
inanimate pupils
cryogenic
iced so cool
eyes sink titanic

triple sek amerikan
kannot relate
subsumed by the purpose under which all abates
i don’t destroy
i only create
instruments of fortune
forge unreal estate

car-om 
noun a stroke in which the cue ball strikes two balls successively. 

JD- This poem is part 2 of “Invocation Implied” 

© 2019

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