Freeverse 113

6/15/19

he triumphantly toddled over
with a bedlamized shape
and a briny, yellow growl
his face disregarding the iron bars
as he mocked his naïve visitor
with a sandstorm of cursing
his past? blueribbonless
his shaky hand drew targets everywhere
using blood-red paint
the paper put it like:
"three dead and two injured"
that is all a deep blur now
the yellows, blues, and reds
and the sand, and the iron
and the shakes, and the blood
it is all a blur to me, the iron
especially the red paint
someone stop this cursing
so much red paint and iron
I painted it with the best red

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