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[aid] => mick
[title] => night fight
[time] => 2011-09-25 13:46:11
[hometext] => stick with the story and all comes clear
[bodytext] => darkness was the room and the air thick to brim thud of boot echoed and lights were grey and dim guitar strings hummed in the dumb of dead mens night the streets where gearing up they bubbled for a fight and she knew he didnt know that suit made him sing in the husky dusky glow lovers waiting on a ring she was a pretty thing for sure but never was she certain and the claps roared from within and the music raised the curtain dancing girls and handsome boys smiled in content they heard whisper screams but not a none went the boy in question woke from slumber to the wave of inner wonder coughin blood and stutter his dreams put him in that gutter bleeding out his guts the other girls thought him drunk or to be crazy, nuts he reached for a pistol which he drew with drumming pride the pain rose within him and "dam" out he cried his senseless paining shriek bellowed in the still he caught a crow in flight he turned to face a cracking door which also seemed to creak alley lit in lamplight in a window he would sneak the show was swinging right on time playing matching rhyme like the girls flying on fancy poles all manner of men hung the bar dressed in fancy clothes spirits and the liquors poured above the last great plumes of smoke hot hung the room and stuck it their fast he crept into the sauna looking for his man to break his heart and he lost him round the corner his girl was away now behind the whirring of a fan he stole away backstage in hope to find relief but all he seemed to find their was sorrow and grief for a scream rang out from the barrel of his gun but the man shot was not the only one for he his target fair and square but the lead passed right through right into another who lay dead too now he was a running out the room stricken with the panic his heart boomed like a drum he glanced at the moon as he made it the door was it the manager or just some other whore his girl was gone his home was up in flames all those wants he aimed dam again as blood let out this one for the dames the girl stolen from him was waiting upstairs wondering what the corrupt below got em scared chained to a radiator bound like an alligator and in a flash she saw smash of a hammer on a gun as the man she saw running wild like time begun sky met with a rising sun men broke free and crazed to her domain wanting more to yank her chain they beat her brains like pulp for a sin she didnt commit they heard her pieces but they said it didnt fit they claimed it was him and her in a wrap like dirty assassins on a mob hit crying out crap she cursed and spit before they put her out for a final nap it wasn't long before the sirens screeched to a halt and men with long faces and happy hats drew colts they ran around asking bout but got only snips of doubt by teh river bridge he waited playing chance on the equated he had looked to do one deed but he had no heed before he died gave his final sup the commissioner declared a bounty and the nooses all drawn up he turned his heels homeward back to the girl he loved looking like a saint passed the old figure of a coward looking faint he can feel the smell of mock up paint acting on instinct and on his dried up luck he crawled past the muck and by the circumstance of her death he wept as a child would he held her last and close those who gagged for his noose before day begun by the rising of the sun corruption put him on a train a death caboose he tapped an old tune the chorus of memorys the crowds anxious boom the executioner was loud and proud he had no shamed to hide tears brimmed his eyes and voice sung pride he claimed this suit played the night to sleep with a cane and reapers flute that love was existent out of his reach he was late hours clocked those in crowds swore they saw his hands do the crimes that he murdered three in chilled blood and he alone pays the fee all other parties and justice where not to be birds above hung there heads in the waiting ceremony his only regret was lack of kids or matrimony he was silent in his testament and turned down the hood to hide his face he wanted people to see he had no disgrace he thought about the love he lost thought of law and innocence and the man he never missed thought about the bullet and the girls he never kissed the string was drawn up on his neck bruised blue and black the sherrif at his side the judge at his back he sobered to his mind and about ugly mankind evident was the lack of truth if only the right man reached the phone booth the show played oh his head and the crazy how it seemed he was hell stricken deemed and only above lay death by the crack and snap of wood his tears filled a pint and the body rang a thud it was all a cover up for the face of crime which gave the rythem and the ryhme the man in charge looked above and below and said with a grin god take his soul with a sin and the boy flicked a dime [comments] => 0 [counter] => 100 [topic] => 73 [informant] => fortunesdancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 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