Small Talk
I had a terrible dream
And I’ve been running from it all day
I dreamt that the two of us had conspired
To kill our own kind
But at the last minute
I had a change of heart
And crept up on you in your sleep
Put six bullets in your head
Three rusted
Three polished
Emptied the wheel
And the last thing you cried was,
“Help me brother, help me…”
I woke up so sad
It’s hung with me all day
I don’t know how it happened
Just before I went to bed
I left you a voicemail
Regurgitated
Small talk
Topical non-sequitur
Information about my pain
Then I got to the point
I miss you
David Burdett
9/9/2023
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