euphoricAndy

In a town with no name
I walk at night
the streets are mine
nobody in sight
as moonbeams glisten
off the windows of my home
I think about the sadness
of being all alone
No family to speak of
No love in my life
not since the night
when I killed my wife
she was a spunky little girl
red hair and brown eyes
her presence was arousing
a devil in disguise
We were living down in Dallas
and heat was in the air
she'd be gone sometimes all night long
and I sensed an affair
One night, when I arrived
I opened up the door
and there was my asshole brother
in bed with the dirty whore
Well my brother ran out the window
before I could apprehend
and my wife just had that look in her eye
she knew that she wouldnt win
At this point I thought I'd better leave
and give my nerves a chill
so I walked through the yard to my car
and drove back down the hill
then when I got back into town
I called my answering machine
there was the sound of her voice
apologizing for what I'd seen
so I dialed up her numbers
and she said "hello"
I said "how ya feelin"
she said "pretty low"
she said that she was sorry
for all that she had done
then there was a long silence
then the sound of a shooting gun
The guilt drove her to suicide
taking her own life
and that, my friends was the story
of how I killed my wife





Got the idea for this one from one of those crummy movies on the Lifetime network...hope u like

potheadreturns2

Indeed I did, andy! Indeed I did! You are quite the poet, man. I liked this one slightly more than the last two, the imagery was so intense, and it had the same unique flow to it. Do you have any personal poetry? If so I'd love to read that.

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