Itchy Trigger Finger
A tumble weed blows though town,In the saloon with an itchy trigger finger,
At a time when courage must abound,
Word slinger your words linger,
Deconstructed and profound.
Itchy Trigger Finger
A tumble weed blows though town,cmlestrade commented on Itchy Trigger Finger
01-10-2010
knight4696 commented on Itchy Trigger Finger
01-04-2010
01/05/2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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