the bullet's gash

the sleek black boat crossed the calm silver lake
it cut the water smoothly so it left no roiling wake
the pale yellow sun did put a shadow at my shoe
that passed within a foot of where I sat with my dope crew

the bullet's gash
on the wall you see a splash
oh the bullet's gash
it cut your sweet eyelash

the sleek black boat disappeared into the distance
gulls were sounding proudly with their strident inconsistent
they called like late nite patrons in need of final drink
with sounds that killed my ears like a pot of boiling ink

if only things had gone right in those early working years
i might be in a better place with fewer salty tears
that dry upon my plump lips once the crew have gone to bed
I taste them fresh when i awake so clearly coldly dead

the bullet's gash
on the wall you see a splash
oh the bullet's gash
it cut your sweet eyelash

the thinking head aligns itself with a blood red setting sun
and contemplates the loud report from the very close up gun
that ends the pains of all the years piled up like gutter trash
what better way to close the day than bloods from the bullet's gash

the bullet's gash
on the sand you see a splash
until it cut your sweet eyelash
and darkness filled your cache
 
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