"Have you ever been to Deeprath?"
"No. I haven't."
Cock back. Night on the cobblestones.
It looks good out today.
Rained yesterday.
They walk
good.
Out of earshot I cannot read lips
before guns come play and barrels zero.
We came here to talk! We came here
to see how it ends. Not today.
Hell no, not today.
I will see you both in Deeprath.
It is a helluva long walk. I'm going to go
ahead and take the private jet and commandeer
a jeep or something to get out to the southwest flats.
You get there how you'll get there.
I'll be there with a camera phone. In the meantime...
Moonlight mingles with streetlight
on the inch high waves of mercy water,
merc water,
underneath the bridge at Torrenby.
Cobblestones bubbled thoughts
cannons leveled to each and once upon a time
there was a king.
They called him Doctor Strong.
The leather castle unravels and
the resistance of the spring
behind the trigger is an orgasm in the wings.
I hate staring at you through his eyes,
at the ready. What are you waiting for?
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
I will meet you at Deeprath.
We will settle this. For better and-
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