Pick it up Berried aroma Open the chamber Inspect Up end and spin to clear Brass jacketed inserted One to five Six stays empty Spin again clicks Snap closed click Center empty under hammer clicks Six Gun Five Bullets One trigger finger Holstered in dead cow blanket ... Not shot Greasy hands left ... Ready ... .
Beneath a veil of ivory; in a capella was a treasury of beating chimes - the sweet refrains of her marrow. From the alcove a her soul; breathed a concession of consolatory affections. Ardent was her tender, sentimental heart. Within her spirits vessel; beckoned by either jubulience or melancholy - in hues of red or blue; it bled
Bringing liberty to form A daunting prospect Devoid of gimmicks Rhythm rigor mortis He tries to slacken Just let go Free from his compulsions The terms plummet From an inelastic mind Entering untried terrain He does make an effort Not to despair Not to succumb With a relapse To his elderly methods But it may well be All for nil Until his words learn to fly.