Fighting For One Girl
© Surazeus
2018 10 17
Flame shimmers from the oil lamp on the porch
when cicadas chirp among sprawling oaks
who ponder infinity near thick lake
where frogs discuss meaninglessness of life.
He feels his spirit spread out in the gloom
of purple twilight woven by the stars
who laugh as he stands in paralyzed awe
at terrible ache of hope in his heart.
Strumming guitar, he hums melody
that imitates wind rustling fragile leaves
to remember why he cares about truth
against the mute darkness of summer swamp.
"Sweet Caroline, pretty girl with gold hair,
I long to show you, love, how much I care,
because I see your blue eyes everywhere,
so come to my home and live as my wife."
The truck rumbling by on the country road
stops among trees and someone shouts his name,
then shoots their gun as he jumps off the porch
and rolls behind bushes with beating heart.
Hearing the door of the truck slam in rage,
he crouches tense at the crunch of boot steps,
then rises up and swings guitar with force
to bash his head as he fires gun again.
Dropping the smashed guitar onto his brother,
he picks up the gun and sighs in moonlight,
then shoots him the head so he is dead,
and buries him where the frogs discuss death.
Driving the truck eighty miles into town,
he trades the gun for another guitar,
then stands on the street and begins to sing
ballad of brothers fighting for one girl.
© Surazeus
2018 10 17
Flame shimmers from the oil lamp on the porch
when cicadas chirp among sprawling oaks
who ponder infinity near thick lake
where frogs discuss meaninglessness of life.
He feels his spirit spread out in the gloom
of purple twilight woven by the stars
who laugh as he stands in paralyzed awe
at terrible ache of hope in his heart.
Strumming guitar, he hums melody
that imitates wind rustling fragile leaves
to remember why he cares about truth
against the mute darkness of summer swamp.
"Sweet Caroline, pretty girl with gold hair,
I long to show you, love, how much I care,
because I see your blue eyes everywhere,
so come to my home and live as my wife."
The truck rumbling by on the country road
stops among trees and someone shouts his name,
then shoots their gun as he jumps off the porch
and rolls behind bushes with beating heart.
Hearing the door of the truck slam in rage,
he crouches tense at the crunch of boot steps,
then rises up and swings guitar with force
to bash his head as he fires gun again.
Dropping the smashed guitar onto his brother,
he picks up the gun and sighs in moonlight,
then shoots him the head so he is dead,
and buries him where the frogs discuss death.
Driving the truck eighty miles into town,
he trades the gun for another guitar,
then stands on the street and begins to sing
ballad of brothers fighting for one girl.
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