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A Night to Remember

Long lost words whisper slowly
Through a maize of smoky honey
Dripping nightmares turning sour
As they approach the witching hour
Shaggy dogs and black sheep
Prowl the edges trying to escape
While Virgo plays tattoo on my heart
Her arrows poisoned with black art
Putting me into a twilight zone
Where Pistol packing mama pulls a cellular phone
And calls Goldeneye and Goldfinger
To deliver mustang justice with their trigger finger
I took off running from the man with the golden gun
Through a shooting gallery of duck runs
Barefoot and buckwild, my itchy finger longed for an equalizer(s)
With a tribe of hungry lions searching for an appetizer
That I was so afraid was to be me
I searched for a door to end this crazy dream
Like little black sambo I ran round and round
As from out of the shadows came a team of clowns
Like bushwackers armed and dangerous with gold guns
They aimed their Saturday-night specials and begun
To dance on boots with guns while twirling batons
To the music of Johannes Brahms
King Kong laughed and grabbed my pony tail
And tossed me like a tenpenny nail
Out of bed, ending my crazy slumber
And a night I never want to remember

(clarice) 12/27/2013

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