A BUS
The bus was moving on and on and all the horror moved with it
Alicia was sitting still, in dark V neck and in short kilt
The driver all in blood and sweat was choking, hardly breathing
Old gentleman from southern East had his brown eyes in misting
Triangles and some other shapes were mixed in one like odious snakes
Two little girls like small wild frightened apes were looking bout their uncle James
But James was long time shot to death in head by mortal bullet
Last what he thought about were two wild storks and girlfriend - Julie
The Sun was almost gone and day's decline was lightly young
One lady who was carrying gun just couldn't shoot in any one
A big armed guy, who looked like he was born for crime, was waiting for an order
some one called and must have told that soon there'll be a border
A slight crisp frost was in his nose, he tried start thinking sober
"Now everybody I need you put smiley on your faces!"
"Those who are dead… what can I tell don't occupy the places!"
"No more repeats just take your seats and look like nothing happened"
"If something I will start to shoot, so try be quite and gentle"
Police came in, one with gun in, another one was very slim
First one was tall and had dark skin, the second's badge told he was Jim
Armed guy who was not armed already, tried acting like Alicia's daddy
A driver tried pretending fine, though started coughing in the prime
The cops seemed to have no suspicions
As much as they had no ambitions
And silver bus was moving on again and all the horror with it, |
The silent night had started rain the desert started drink it
The wrinkles on the desert's face while wetting became shallow
The Sun of every victim's heart while waiting became shadow
Nobody wept,
no tears left,
no words to say,
no grace to pray,
and probably there is no way
to stay away from this damn play of two completely insane persons – Alicia Vein and big guy-Sunny Johnsons.
In Phoenix suburbs where they grew life wasn't cool and rosy,
Their house wasn't really home, and wasn't really cozy.
Alicia never loved her mom and didn't know her dad;
Her in law brother never smiled and always had been sad.
At edge of twelve he first time killed, by shooting in a barber,
That accident was that what served to his life mission starter.
Cruel robberies and other crimes was that what went with Sunny,
All what he wanted from his life were tones of dirty money.
And Sunny always new himself that he was born for oneness,
His speech was always calm and sad, the way he walked was soundless.
Alicia was kind of a girl you never could catch laughing,
She didn’t like to talk too much, and never sugared coffee.
She hated everything she saw and, and didn’t like bright colors,
Her favorite movie was “A saw”
She liked to draw the armors.
A school director always knew that something’s got to happen,
Especially when he found out that Sunny bears the weapon.
The day of August 21 was going to be end of his waiting,
This day was going make this guy the bloodiest ever legend.
And now was nothing to be done,
Lost souls had now no place to run,
And bus was moving on and on, in endless desert of despair
In dark moonlight of worst nightmare.
They had to make a pause in duel
As they were running out of fuel,
Gas station like in a classic thriller,
A seller – life of hardship trimmer,
A sunburnt face of a tank filler,
A lonely wind,
Somebody’s footstep print has just curdled down in sloped out ink,
And awful and disgusting stink rules all around this blasted - pointless blink
"Hey Sunny would you tell me please how long will this continue?
How long we gonna keep'em csared, and what will all that bring ya?
You want me to be one of them, or stay your loving sister
Please Sunny let'em go, please do that! I'm insisting!
Let's stop that run,
Put down the gun,
You've always wan
And never gone out of the game a loser."
A cloud in a form of swung was hanging in the rays
The Sun! came out, woke up the Wind,
The Wind had started whistling
This whistle was the song of sand,
The desert started listening.
"Hey Alice, what you doubt about, I see you don't believe me
I'm the one who's always right, and you tell you aint with me?
Then whom you're with?
With that shot dude?
Or with that wounded lady?
Now in the middle of events you tell me you aint ready!
We gonna finish all the deal, and get the real money!
And after we will never kill!
Don't you believe to Sunny?"
What could she say except O.K, and go on doing evils
Her brother was completely mad, and had a heart of needles
If soul had lungs and needed air it long time would be breathless
Cause by the noon the desert air was hot as flames of missiles
But Sunny’s and his sister’s lungs were breathing their last breathes
Five minutes back two mortal shots kissed them a mortal kiss
Last what Alicia said was “Please forgive me Christ
No thoughts were thought by Sunny, cause half of skull he missed
The story end, was brought by hand of a six year old boy
He liked to play and may be thought that gun was just a toy
He may be thought that all was game, and people were not dead
He thought that blood was juice of red,
That gangster wasn’t really mad,
And everything was just instead,
Not that deliriously bad,
And he was glad, that big guys had fell down shot,
And he considered himself smart and very good for shooting art.
Then sirens noise, policemen’s voice,
An ambulance, a nurse,
Somebody’s curse and broken nerves,
Black packet, corpse,
Worse –was behind already
But no one’s future was now steady,
And sound of a passing by big wedding - just hinted that the world is cruel,
The world is big and heartless duel,
And you may like it or may hate,
You ain’t got chances to create a world with no shortcoming
Where there ain’t nothing but pure loving
Or no more starving or despair
And everybody just don't care about the other one.
How dare judging we Alicia, her in low brother Sunny Johnsons- a sinner, evil-doer, but still a legendary person!