Bonnie said:
We forswear salted horse
and the hard take
and the random thrill
kill. Our nature is raw.
We hate all law,
stool pigeons,
spotters and rats.
Clyde said:
My lover, ignore the riotous
affairs of this raffish,
faith-based sunrise.
Such a dawn has only one
remedy for all that ails us--
a thread-precious death.
Bonnie said:
We forswear the first
and final word we heard
about the kidnap demand,
the Kansas City Depot job,
and clinically proven
hair-loss solutions.
Clyde said:
Say goodbye, my darling,
to the bald apostle
who pawned his soul
for a pair of soiled wings.
Bonnie said:
We forswear songs we forgot
we wrote in my mother's bible.
We forswear bus-station farewells
and a journey that takes us down
a gunpowder road
where day waits in the cane brake.
Clyde said:
Abandon, my heart,
the art of letting go.
Let's ride our horses
toward all the towns
we plan to name our children.
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