Horace Pinker

Still Life

Horace Pinker


stop in between the lies this is one you never will complete 
don't you want that old trusty forty-five to fire 
you've been turned outside so ironic that it never happened 
transferred base to base wasn't brought out in the war 

made you learn to hide 
want to go and die 
turn over shelved and locked away 
still life falling down 

stop your memories don't you want that old trusty forty-five to fire 
in the face of all that you wanted and desired 
those details all remain so flawlessly retold 
stories fifty-five years old never leave