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Richie Gecko
It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2012-04-14 02:14 pm (UTC)It occurs to him that if he concentrated hard on this indignation, on this rage, on this desire to blame Richie for what had passed here, he might be able to send the other man violent again. Drive him back into attack mode and get him dragged off to level zero, because he clearly wasn't safe to be around.
There wasn't any practical reason why he should do it, there was nothing at all to be gained, but the idea interested him.
A thin vine of temptation crept across from Jim, before he began to focus on that sense of mild indignation, and building it up into anger again.]