I sit in my chair
smiling and nodding my head
the eternal sycophant
in the eternal litany -
Yes, you're right
Yes, I'm wrong
Yes, you're right.

I watch as you calmly load your weapon.
I can see the bullet
in its chamber -
hear the explosion.

I can watch as it flies
through the air
toward my chest -
all in slow motion.

I just can't seem
to get out of the way.

The bullet enters me
on a whisper
leaving no scar,
not even a hole in my shirt -

I'll bleed later.

Meanwhile
you reload your weapon
and wonder how
you could possibly have missed the first time.

And I lay myself
on the floor
and wait
for you to take aim.

07/17/2005

Posted on 06/01/2008
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