I’ve been with many a show
pony who could always pull
a trick, it took but a flick
of the wrist for hearts
to splinter
and arteries to twist.
Chickenbones
and well lodged stones
kept my insides company
and though the world was
sometimes a hush
sometimes a scream,
my ears could never quite adjust,
spinning this way and that.
I didn’t even dare to dream
of a coloured wall home,
you and all the epic melodies you bring.
And whilst it is all wonderful and all
that the stupendous greatness
blows my mind
it really is a cool bullet waiting.
Disturbingly smiling
Resting at my temple.
With dead certainty.
If I ever lost you
That’d really pull the trigger
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