No, Not Now

Pinball thoughts, talk, break, start again
Arguing to place in the correct aisle
Readying for the silence that I pray never rears its buffalo sized cranium
Charging to questionable gazing at 60 paces
Guns cocked, preparing
Go

No more waiting
It’s done
The grassed battle has been looped over to show once winners
Disheveled and drawn out as loser
Barrels slid into the boney canyon
No more

Things are now
Make it so
Fuck your guns
I’m not dead yet