the blood moon rises…

the blues in his veins
the whiskey
the early morning rumble
the siren in his belly
he is guitar solo
plucked and pin cushionedblood-moon
he is sleepless nights
alone with the night
fading memories
worried love notes
begging for forgiveness
the demons
come beckoning when
the blood moon rises.

never checks his hat or his ammunition
with the door man
always locked and loaded
ready to explode
cold whiskey frozen
to soothe the burn
make the midnight voices

“hush”

they yell and knife fight
underneath the blood moon’s shadow.

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