03/18/20 ZK
I mean, shit…
the boy’s got game:
weaving in and out of this conversation
with a charlatan’s droll,
tattoos crawling up his neck
saying things you don’t dare correct in public,
a clear eye to the horizon
with two shakers at the ready, on ice.
He’s
dan-ger-ous…
that whipper-snapper,
daring you with that wry-almighty
of a smile.
Coming for you,
My friend –
you be weary and pray,
cause when he gets here,
he’s gonna paint you a lifeline from the pain