Auckland Poetry.com

Waiting patiently,
Thunder is powerful.
Its teaming a stream of rain,
I sit under cover smoking a cigarette.
Flashs of thunder light my skin.
Its almost time to go.
The target should be ready.
I have the tools to do the job.
I self-talk the plan,
I must go straight in and straight out,
Cant get caught, remember the gloves.
An instrument of death I have learnt to be.
One two three time to go time to speed
I walk straight up Queen st with my head facing the ground on the right hand side
I turn left into Fort st and pace to the bottom of the stairs I got followed from one summers night.
I stand straight facing the street and raise my arm diagonally right
Pistol in hand I scan from right to left
“Thump Thump” target hit twice!
I turn to my left and walk further down Fort st
I light a cigarette as I am walking
I turn and stare into the camera and as I flick the cigarette I give “the Bird”.
That’s the signature, I turn and walk the rest of Fort st with my head facing the ground
There is a taxi waiting for me its time to go home.