Buckeye Bullet


Furious leaping long jumps, courageous sinister sprints,

 to the ballsy smell of bourbon oozing from Jesse’s breath.

A star struck individual as your breath runs rapidly

at the sight of his cocoa brown hand, and boney finger tips.


This aging chestnut stature of a man no one can resist,

who’s lived a life with a heart of gold that you could not miss.

Words left unsaid as conversation is imagined,

as fearful figure Jesse is scared of truths unseen. Was he like your father, a staggering

dark giant chasing you as he leaped across couches and coffee tables; with breath as harsh as Jack, racing to the line of hope you stumble as he beat you at the finish.



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