The Fourth Horseman

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Even though it was the end  of the century, she didn't think anything about hitchhiking to Vegas or being picked up by a man  wearing dark sunglasses, driving a black Mustang convertible and claiming to know God  on a first name...

Even though it was the end 

of the century, she didn't think

anything about hitchhiking to Vegas

or being picked up by a man 

wearing dark sunglasses,

driving a black Mustang convertible

and claiming to know God 

on a first name basis.

 

"Girl," he said, "I know you,

eating unrequited love 

like a breakfast cereal,

hoping that someday when he says, 

'I love you,' he'll mean it

but never getting that far."

 

"Yeah," he breathed in between cigarettes,

"you think you got it all together,

think you can carry everyone's problems

in your suitcase while you are standing around

waiting in this desert for a ride 

with an apocalypse coming on."

 

"Soon," he touched the cross

hanging from the rear view mirror,

"it's going to start raining and 

you better prepare yourself

for the flood. No man with a boat

is going to save you this time;

you better start learning to swim."

 

He dropped her off at a truck stop, somewhere

along the highway to Phoenix, and took off, 

after two cups of coffee

and eating a greasy hamburger, 

leaving a cloud of dust in the parking lot.

 

 

 

 

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