The bullet, it defines the target
And the target defines the shooter
You shoot straight, 'cause your eye is clear
And the sound that you hear is the blood in the ear
This is the way of all flesh freshly carved
Carrots and snakes, insects in the perambulator - wow,
I once knew a man who could tell baby-sitters from sit-in babes,
But he's all gone now
What if the target defies the bullet
What if the book outsmarts the tired reader's eye
What if the judge covers it with his kisses, and the plastic mass
That once was me, becomes you on the inside?
29 октября 2012 г.
Fly
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2012
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