this knife fight had begun, and with a straight blade
crossed neck the other’s done.
their intentions: gone fermenting.
the blood (just) like the bulls, began to run sure as
will (a)rise: the sun, end will/could/have come.
just as quick as their battle had begun, a straight blade
crossed a neck, and the two became or becomes:
ends came, run.
(run for it, marty!)
(sure i’ll meet you there)
seven p.m. sharp
still checks his wrist
(for the status on)
his lack-of-clock scars…