Hobo With a Shotgun
by Rutger Hauer

Crispy street sounds from my window
in sun flowering Halifax.
Spring climbing trees.
and me shooting a mad hatterish western
as a homeless
in streets of no name
and people like pulp grafitti.
Now
I rest my working wings on
"HOBO WITH A SHOTGUN"
and wash off the first week's fake blood.

5 days done. Fan-fucking-tasia. Fantastico

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