Flash Of Golden Sunlight
© Surazeus
2019 01 24
Kneeling on grease-smeared cement in the alley
cluttered with dumpsters full of stinking garbage,
I remember lush meadow of red flowers
and flash of golden sunlight on the river
where I would run and play chase with my friends
when I was growing up in Colorado,
and wait for the goon to blow out my brains.
Feeling pressure of his gun on my skull,
silver pistol that gleams from the street lamp,
I breathe deep to relax my beating heart,
and manage to stop my trembling in terror
long enough to recall name of the girl
with long hair and clear eyes who let me kiss her
at flash of golden sunlight on the river.
The Russian gangster pressing silver gun
at my head snarls, "We gave you that cocaine
three weeks ago, but you never returned
with the hundred thousand dollars you owe,
so it looks like you tried to rip us off,
so you had better give us money now
or I will blow your brains against the wall."
Heart beating fast as the elegant horse
the girl and I watched gallop on the plain,
I attempt to laugh with careless disdain,
"Three rich boys held a party in the mansion
of their father, the state attorney general,
but after they and their guests used it all,
snorting it all up in a three-day orgy,
they refused to pay the money they owed,
and threatened to call the police on me,
so I had to escape, but if you wait
to kill me later I can take you there
to the mansion so we can make them pay."
Struggling to get away from silver gun
pointed at my head, I stand on my feet,
but the Russian gangster grips my hair tight
and growls, "Rich white boys always get away
with committing crimes because they have lawyers
who can protect them from having to pay
the price, so I have to kiss all that money
goodbye because we cannot make them pay
the money they owe, so you have to die."
Dreaming flash of golden sunlight on water
of the small stream that flows over black rocks,
I sigh and wish I had never left the farm,
then vow to return if I can escape
alive, so I explain, "I think we can
convince them to pay if you use your gun
to show them all the error of their ways,
so let me take you there and we can try."
The Russian gangster laughs and hits my head,
then shoots hard bullet into my soft brain
as I remember how Carolyn smiled
at flash of golden sunlight in her hair.
© Surazeus
2019 01 24
Kneeling on grease-smeared cement in the alley
cluttered with dumpsters full of stinking garbage,
I remember lush meadow of red flowers
and flash of golden sunlight on the river
where I would run and play chase with my friends
when I was growing up in Colorado,
and wait for the goon to blow out my brains.
Feeling pressure of his gun on my skull,
silver pistol that gleams from the street lamp,
I breathe deep to relax my beating heart,
and manage to stop my trembling in terror
long enough to recall name of the girl
with long hair and clear eyes who let me kiss her
at flash of golden sunlight on the river.
The Russian gangster pressing silver gun
at my head snarls, "We gave you that cocaine
three weeks ago, but you never returned
with the hundred thousand dollars you owe,
so it looks like you tried to rip us off,
so you had better give us money now
or I will blow your brains against the wall."
Heart beating fast as the elegant horse
the girl and I watched gallop on the plain,
I attempt to laugh with careless disdain,
"Three rich boys held a party in the mansion
of their father, the state attorney general,
but after they and their guests used it all,
snorting it all up in a three-day orgy,
they refused to pay the money they owed,
and threatened to call the police on me,
so I had to escape, but if you wait
to kill me later I can take you there
to the mansion so we can make them pay."
Struggling to get away from silver gun
pointed at my head, I stand on my feet,
but the Russian gangster grips my hair tight
and growls, "Rich white boys always get away
with committing crimes because they have lawyers
who can protect them from having to pay
the price, so I have to kiss all that money
goodbye because we cannot make them pay
the money they owe, so you have to die."
Dreaming flash of golden sunlight on water
of the small stream that flows over black rocks,
I sigh and wish I had never left the farm,
then vow to return if I can escape
alive, so I explain, "I think we can
convince them to pay if you use your gun
to show them all the error of their ways,
so let me take you there and we can try."
The Russian gangster laughs and hits my head,
then shoots hard bullet into my soft brain
as I remember how Carolyn smiled
at flash of golden sunlight in her hair.
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