unexpected guestA Poem by Tim Lionwatching the world die from an old rocking chair,
porch
light flickers, small
mischievous shadows grow taller & meaner. shotgun
hefted to business position, I
ask who the hell goes there. the
approaching devil just smiles, strokes
his black beard, and
hums an old Johnny Cash song, as
he slowly ascends the creaky wooden stairs. © 2012 Tim LionFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on January 16, 2012 Last Updated on January 16, 2012 AuthorTim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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