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Clear Shot
PN (Oct 1983 / Canada)

Clear Shot

I am standing in the front
of the firing squad
Though mine is the only loaded
gun pointed pressed
against my temple.
I twitch as I am weighted down
by the indecision

of squeezing the trigger.
To allow my thoughts
to so freely float
around the room
splatter the walls, incriminate the space
with deep crimsons that drip
delightfully to
the bottom of existence.

What a mess could be made
with such a simple gesture
of things time
has not for regret.

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