Six String Pistol

You and your six string pistol

And me with my unread mail mountain

Beneath the floorboards

In our fine tuned chaos..

Dream up new walls with sound tight detail 

And mystical gardens guarded by locust split rails

One dream at a time

Held together by guitar strings, chocolate bars and lobster love

This delicate dance

This fragile flicker

And I can still hear your violent melodic whisper…

“Let them hate us

What do they do?

Do they create anything?”

I do believe we could conquer the world

Or at least, create a new one


© Meghan La Roque 2013