Last chance

by Dieu

got your gun
dancing to the tunes in your head.
And your girl who dreams of horses

and magic spells, she says,

Oh Johnny Johnny
Your blood won’t change the sea to red,
so let me kiss your blue blue eyes
and tuck you into bed.

And he says,

All the darkness in the room
is a train tunnelling through
my brain, and all I can see
are flowers, flowers
dying in the rain.