hunter
I wander the landscape of my mind
Gun in hand ready to kill
Ready to capture for reward
Better no agenda just time on my hands
Waiting patiently for the target to show
A boiler with no governor
An overwrought sitter without award
The mark arriving blood on my hands
There is no shelter for the face
A shower to cleanse him is made of steel
He and his brothers are not cowardly
darkening easter, but penned many days ago.
Comment by MattWriks — 23 March 2008 @ 7:28 am
Matt,
I love these images
Waiting patiently for the target to show
A boiler with no governor
An overwrought sitter without award
As an ex-engineer and someone who got stiffed for work, I can relate.
-S
Comment by Sunsun — 31 March 2008 @ 12:50 pm
External and internal and in the light of “No Place for Old Men.”
Comment by MattWriks — 2 April 2008 @ 8:17 am