Tuesday, March 29, 2005

If only I could have been there, that’s all I can think as I walk down the street, sweat dripping from my lower lip, wondering where it is exactly that I’m going and why and to meet whom in what back alley and during all this there’s someone sneaking up on me, periphery bound but my senses are sharp and I drop and roll across a wide grassy area and then I’m in front of a fountain and the water splashes across my face and it’s gratifying the moment, the edge, the fear, the hatred I feel for Cartigan as he takes dead aim at my heart and head with his buckshot banger full of lead but I’m blastin back with equal and venomous anger and I feel the lust for the blood filling up my head as I scream for final release from the demons boiling my brain.