Prelude 302

I know what they want
staring down on me
from the barrel of a 44
are we happy they cry
are we loved
I stare back and chuckle
that twinkle doing the
rumba in my eyes
yes you are happy...loved
a twitch rhythmically
pulls back the left
side of my face
spittle forms in the
crook of my mouth
when will we love again
when will we be free
bracing myself against
the bathroom sink I stare
at my reflection in the mirror
as soon as I brush
my brain with this bullet
from the barrel of a 44