All powerful, devouring
A slack jawed
Half cocked
Goon.
Ash no longer lingering,
He keeps on fingering
A dull cigarette.
All he can see is
Red.
Hot necked,
The sweat
From soul to brow
Turns to vapor.
White hot thoughts
For red hot touch.
Again, Red.
Booze to cool nerves,
Swagger to shoot first.
Thumbs the hammer:
Stammering banter.
Misfire.
All he can see is
Red.
