in the line of fire 

chapter one:

the omnipotent big-sky-object is shooting again

behind its cloud of icy smoke which seems unnecessary

for an omnipotent big-sky-object.

I’m sick of not having a chance.

I’m sick of being a pre-sighted target, and tired of its face

haunting through the wretched morning mirror.

interlude: the first part:

the television is used primarily as a reminder

to pick up a certain brand of sleep-aid capsules, and eggs.

interlude part two:

getting around the block nowadays is more adventurous

with every approaching corner, (there are four of them) and along the way

I'm rethinking the hasty decision to stop smoking cigarettes.

chapter two:

remember; it was the unrepentant Nazarene who laid down to: "make up my dying bed".. probably of pinewood, or dogwood, and three crudely fashioned iron spikes

hammered for added stability.

well, I guess that's it for now, and.. pleasant dreams, my lovelies !

"make up my dying bed" was lifted from: "In my time of dying'" / Bob Dylan

"my lovelies" is partially attributed to: the Wicked Witch of the West".