“heroes, villains and the fine lines between”

Tyler R. Martin

Approached on the subway
By some punk in a gray jacket
With frizzy hair and blood shot eyes,

Pulls a knife and flashes it,
Smirking through split lip,
says, buddy this ain’t your night,

I say, I got nothing,
Save this .38,
Don’t call me ‘bud’ it’s Mr. Goetz to you

And my friend here,
He’s heavy, he’s sullen, and
Glad you came by, he’s feeling blue.