THE GUN.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND HIS GUN AND GAMES IN LONDON 1950SThe gun was tucked into the belt of your jeans the hat (your father's borrowed trilby) pushed to the back of your head you had recently shot the boss-eyed sheriff behind the grocer's store and rode with Jessie James across the open plains of the local park and pumped Pete Badham full of imaginary lead in the back not the head to have a better chance and entering the bar of the High Rider you ordered a glass of Red Eye (water from the tap in a borrowed glass) and chattered up the girl (s**t as your mother would have called her) who wore feathers and a very short skirt (Dave Walker's sister) and sipped the water with a pulled face and still had time before sundown (your mother calling you in for bed) to have it out with Billy the Kid and Wyatt Earp blowing the smoking gun just a kid being a cowboy having fun. © 2012 Terry Collett |
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Added on January 15, 2012 Last Updated on January 15, 2012 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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