the gun felt good...
natural in his hand
it
was slightly heavier than
he had imagined
it would be
but that was of little importance
in fact
it added something
a feeling
&
confidence

nietzsche's proverbial hammer
he thought
w/ it's own brand of philosophy
& he pulled the nylon stocking
downward
& released the safety
w/ a flattened smile
as sweat beaded
on his upper lip
& formed behind his knees
& his balls tightened as
he placed the gun to the temple
of the convenience store clerk
& yelled

"GIMME THE MONEY, MOTHERFUCKER!"