My brother Junior didn’t remember <br />what happened last weekend <br />when he first opened the front door <br /> <br />Omero and Charley entered in <br />with drunken laughter <br />talking about Janie’s <br />hot cousin from Kenosha <br /> <br />Not aware that an ambush <br />was awaiting them <br />above loud voices <br />playing poker <br />in a grimy crowded kitchen <br /> <br />Suddenly, <br />spindly card table overturns <br />green money and yellow screams <br />fly about as <br />dark fists race angry faces <br />for the best angle <br /> <br />Crazily <br />a gun <br />not aimed at anyone <br />went off <br />Charly is stuck in the way <br /> <br />His brown eye <br />shattered red <br />on his shirt <br />on the floor <br /> <br />His dreams <br />lay still <br />underneath the sunglasses <br />left on the carpet<br /><br />Oscar Mireles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyewitness-to-shooting-that-could-have-been-me/
