Eyes All Around

Paranoid

 

Eyes All Around

 

sweat drips off his face

he’s rocking back and fourth

cradling his pistols against

the scruffy two month old

beard

he closes his eyes;

he blinks-

every sound knocks the dust

off of five days of unrest

 

his gallon water bottle by his

side is half filled with piss

the acrid smell doesn’t

bother him a bit

roaches have come to feast on

crumbs in a pizza box

with cold congealed cheese stuck

to the top

he picks one of the critters up

and squishes it in his hand

 

the door knob jiggles;

he’s under the window

heartbeat racing, adrenaline

flowing

the gun is held in front of

him like a samurai holds his

sword

“All right m***********s,

Come and get me!”

a glassine with crank residue

lays in his lap…

footsteps approach…

 

Click-

 

BOOM!

 

down goes a little girl

blood splashes the rest of

a quickly gunned down family

it was the wrong time to come home

 

just wrong