Last Gasp

Last Gasp

A Poem by Evilhappy
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Flicked a butt, ashes against the breeze

ice isn’t worth all this trouble, doublechecking over my shoulder

waiting to hear the cops shout “Freeze!”

 

Sparks snuffed out on the ball of my heel,

fists plunged deep in coat pockets

stamping my feet, back to the wind, but I can barely feel

it’s getting darker, just a few more blocks

buttons like missing teeth that let blood seep from my lips

every opportunity to remind me there is, fingertips reach into my coat

taking wristwatches in their greedy grips, I can’t focus on one shadow before the next dips

they’re running circles around me, passing time for sport while my mind slips

 

Through a blindfold I find my way back, awake under fire casting irons on my floor

my coat, my bed, where I lay down sometimes is where I rest my head

until my hands find memories of the night before,

the coals may be stoking outside, embers enough to smoke a city

all the distractions and half the work done on every two-man job; I am sitting pretty

I search over, my scarf that hides my face, fingers tread the surfaces of wallets, watches, bracelets and lockets

as I feel for the cold spot, the felt bag sewn into a patch beneath my second skin, my coat’s contraband pockets

I can see the tail of my ghost, trailing on my breaths as I exhale

for they are gone, and I see my life before me leads as clearly as a blueprint

I can see that I have failed, the pale of my host, flailing on my death as I am frail

to be shot and escape with diamonds only to be robbed in my sleep, thus retiring my stint

in no grand fashion, quite adhering to belief, that I was only a petty thief.      

© 2020 Evilhappy


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Evilhappy
Evilhappy

Waco, TX



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I'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..

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