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son of a gun

i
keep
a light 
on and a 
sharp word, pointed, honed
and waiting for the windmills of

his 
mind 
games. He 
keeps my love 
letters in his gun
safe. And just outside my windowpane

his
heart
screams wild
seduction.
Don't get too close, girl
he'll eat you up, everybody  

keeps
on
saying.
Walk away
while you got the sense
and half a chance, to break and run.

I
laugh
and soak
cigarettes
in his sexy talk
and gasoline just for the bang

I love
my sweet l'il son of a gun.

Rene~2013
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  1. PearlOctober 15, 2012 at 9:02 PM

    WOW, Rene. That was crazy good.

    I want to love a son of a gun...

    Pearl

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  2. Brian MillerOctober 15, 2012 at 9:58 PM

    smiles...keeps your letters in the gun safe and your heart outside the window....interesting....soaking the cigarettes in promises...hope they dont go up in smoke you know....and in the end you love him....interesting...smiles....

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  3. UnknownOctober 15, 2012 at 11:50 PM

    Love can be a scary place, a complicated thing or a saving grace. This is a dark one, no doubt, but it comes from a place of light.

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  4. LillyOctober 16, 2012 at 2:09 AM

    I soaked my cigarettes in promises and gasoline once and it blew my head off - love can be a dark, edgy place, bit like Russian routlette at times and can go either way. I love this. Truly. You clever writer you.

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  5. UnknownOctober 16, 2012 at 6:24 AM

    Thanks Lilly! I have missed you my Australian princess . :)

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  6. HelenOctober 16, 2012 at 11:19 AM

    Pearl said it best ... crazy good!! I did love one ~ once upon a time.

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  7. VosmickOctober 16, 2012 at 12:48 PM

    taking the fall
    onto the brick caterwaul?

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    1. UnknownOctober 16, 2012 at 3:42 PM

      Freak incargo

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    2. VosmickOctober 16, 2012 at 4:46 PM

      Curple bugle

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    3. UnknownOctober 16, 2012 at 4:51 PM

      insidious pustule

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    4. VosmickOctober 17, 2012 at 12:32 PM

      After many reads, I cannot help but think of Frank Chambers...James Cain's son of a gun in The Postman Always Rings Twice.

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    5. UnknownOctober 17, 2012 at 8:49 PM

      I like the way you think, Vosmick

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  8. Tess KincaidOctober 16, 2012 at 2:06 PM

    A Don Quixote son of a gun...love this...

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  9. ShawnOctober 16, 2012 at 4:54 PM

    I so love this. Soaking cigarettes in promises and gasoline...brilliant.

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  10. TimoteoOctober 16, 2012 at 4:59 PM

    This was so good I'll drop a few (imaginary) pennies into your cup there.

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  11. ayalaOctober 16, 2012 at 5:40 PM

    This is awesome!

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  12. Irish GumboOctober 16, 2012 at 9:24 PM

    This is so damn good I think I sprained something liking it. "promises and gasoline" is a novel in waiting, Rene.

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  13. MaryOctober 16, 2012 at 9:42 PM

    Wow, this was a good poem. Reading at dVerse, I hadn't realized it was a MAG until the very end. Love these lines:

    for the bang
    I love

    my son
    of a gun

    Bravo for a clever approach!

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  14. BeachannyOctober 16, 2012 at 10:32 PM

    Clever, smart, and Kool...very effective!

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  15. Susan AndersonOctober 17, 2012 at 2:52 PM

    Smart and hip. Liked it.

    =)

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  16. ♥ BrajaOctober 18, 2012 at 9:16 AM

    Yeah I'm with Pearl: that was crazy-good...

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    1. UnknownOctober 19, 2012 at 3:48 PM

      Son of a gun should hang out with the vodka girls :)

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  17. MichaelOctober 18, 2012 at 10:37 PM

    wow so good

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