unexpected guest

unexpected guest

A Poem by Tim Lion

watching 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 Lion


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Ya got stuck with shot gun duty again eh? Man, don't show up in Vegas what ever you do.

This is the best of the bunch so far today. Lots of suspenseful pictures and continuous story line, very cool. But keep going, NOW what happens. Check out the poet on here David Lewis Paget.... that guy can tell stories.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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can i just envy the way you metaphor for a minute? sit and pout a bit?

the image is wonderful. your authority's trumped, man.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Burning ring of fire....

Pretty original...like he might just sit down next to you for a spell. Now we know who the "hell" goes there:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

God's gonna cut you down, that's what I'm thinking.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ya got stuck with shot gun duty again eh? Man, don't show up in Vegas what ever you do.

This is the best of the bunch so far today. Lots of suspenseful pictures and continuous story line, very cool. But keep going, NOW what happens. Check out the poet on here David Lewis Paget.... that guy can tell stories.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, 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
oh sorry, oh sorry,

A Poem by Tim Lion



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