Hangman’s Blood.

He sat, legs out-stretched;
his drink, known as Hangman’s Blood…
he wore exhaustion…

“I’m a Jarhead, Babe…”
blue diamond eyes, a match strikes;
“Of course I still smoke…”

sports bright twinkly stars,
eyes: adorned by shrapnel scars…
lives for deployment…

he carries no clue;
beyond decorative brass…
that he is adored…

A career Tank-Gun;
my first Love, look at you now…
I see fire in you.

7 thoughts on “Hangman’s Blood.

  1. Class A stuff, could have gone all heavy but manages to play the content nice

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  2. JunkChuck says:

    Nice, as always.

    Liked by 1 person

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