Que Sera, Sera

Intermission,
a silent soul, behind
a lit cigarette.

The Devil
made him
a free man…
flaws,
busted bones,
and all.

Fired
&
hired again
on the same hot day,
no water.

He put two
in his chest,
no turning back
now.

Outlaws
will be outlaws,
devils
will be devils.

Time to run
for the
hills.

Β©2021-JDCIV

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s