Stiletto seams
and wit to match,
infrequent beams
a glimpse will catch.
That stalking gait,
fedora low,
imply a date
with sanctioned woe.
One lethal shot
right through the head—
a chalked-out spot;
regret long dead.
His holstered glee
awaits the blow
from someone he
will never know.
5 comments:
Hey Bob,
I like your artwork and the poem but can't quite put them together. I'll read it again when I'm fully awake!
Shirl
It's a great likeness:-)
..and yes, he does seem to be a sitting duck!
Thanks Shirley, the poem wasn't inspired by the sketch, but since it was an assassin (Bullseye from Daredevil comic book) I thought I'd put it up too for a little flair.
Thanks Glenn, actually in that scene he was outside the Kingpin's window waiting to make a hit. BTW I was watching National Geographic and saw my first live weta, man those things are huge. Do you actually eat them? Looks like a couple would make a good meal!
HIja, personally i donøt eat them )the reverse is more likely!) They are eaten by our living dinosaur the Tuatara and probably some nocturnal birds.
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