daylight
The snare drum cracked and shimmered into my ears, the bass drum thumped in pairs of two. The cymbals splashed to waltz ¾, and the cello scrawled a note in the air. I spun the barrel of my six-shooter quickly [one, two--I’ll only need three bullets tonight].
I stopped the car and stepped under the light. I walked in like a man stepping out of fright. I found the room, number 604 [I pounded on the door]. I stepped inside, one, two, three. My bullets met their marks.
I said, “Just listen baby, this will be the end. I might die tonight; I might close my eyes; I might fall under and out of breath.”
“You don’t know. What you mean. I’ll never ask again. I’ll tell you that You and me, belong together ‘til death.”
“If I call you now when the bullet shells hit the floor. Will you hold me then, or stay with me no more?”
“I want to wrap you tight, and hold the night in my hands and in yours. I want to hold you down and sing to you no more. I want to peel the skin from your heart and read the words you wrote. I want to fill the air above your lips with my breath, prose, daylight.
I stopped the car and stepped under the light. I walked in like a man stepping out of fright. I found the room, number 604 [I pounded on the door]. I stepped inside, one, two, three. My bullets met their marks.
I said, “Just listen baby, this will be the end. I might die tonight; I might close my eyes; I might fall under and out of breath.”
“You don’t know. What you mean. I’ll never ask again. I’ll tell you that You and me, belong together ‘til death.”
“If I call you now when the bullet shells hit the floor. Will you hold me then, or stay with me no more?”
“I want to wrap you tight, and hold the night in my hands and in yours. I want to hold you down and sing to you no more. I want to peel the skin from your heart and read the words you wrote. I want to fill the air above your lips with my breath, prose, daylight.