Rattler quick, flashing hands, steel barrels flare, twin roaring guns... he stands - watching.
Treacle slow, trembling limbs, dust-covered steel, silent ugly guns... he falls - blindly.
Razor sharp, dealing hands, four aces holding, one winning hand... he called – smiling.
Slow to hold, playing hands, ace-high straight, one winning hand... he showed – deadpan.
Table flies, punching fists, a five-ace deck, two winning hands… they fought – desperate.
To the street, facing death, a cheater’s fate, two shooters dare… they drew – unseeable.
Desperation, facing ruin, he had to try, no chance in hell… he died – alone.
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© 2009 - All Rights Reserved R C Larlham


Comments: 36
Got it in one. I wrote it as a story... but it came out a poem.
Does it really matter? Poems are a type of story!!
Like always Great Write !! :D :D
The Surreal Circus
Great descriptions.
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