Run. Run. Run. Run.

July 31, 2012


Too many young men. In the world. Without a job or a girl or a future. These are very dangerous times.

……………………….

Young Men Alone

Hanging out. Strip malls. Leaning against the window. Like a tattoo. Of the record shop. Laughing at the losers. Shopping. Chewing gum. What’s up tonight.

All we wanted to do was. Run. Run. Run. Run.

Watching Mary Beth. Red hair on fire. Sashayin’ by. A frozen cunt. Wouldn’t look our way. Couldn’t she see we were the chosen. Ones. The lords. Of our lungs.

All we wanted to do was. Run. Run. Run. Run.

Someone showed a magazine. Soldiers for hire in the Congo. Sandra and her cousin from Halifax. Smile our way. Ain’t worth the gold. That drips from our cocks. Someone tells a joke. No one laughs.

All we wanted to do was. Run. Run. Run. Run.

Evening getting weary. Frank rides up with his bitch. A Harley. Bud tells a story. Frank shakes his head. You think that’s fast. Bud flashes a knife. No one knows why. Better put that away. Before someone gets hurt. That someone being you.

All we wanted to do was. Run. Run. Run. Run.

3 Responses to “Run. Run. Run. Run.”

  1. nonoymanga said

    Fascinating art, I also like the back story!!! Cheers Nonoy Manga

  2. Great story. Fantastic image!

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