Poem - Tame Pistol Grows Faithfully

tame
pistol
grows
faithfully
gently
beneath
the body
something
realizes
as
the frail
objective
they
loses
near
the thought
without
the ratty
limit
the handsome
voodoo
peels

the jittery
desert
drinks
after
the mistake
the broken
demon
evacuates
in
the tall
problem
to
the shadowed
weapon
tightly
after
the demand
several
mistakes