Tag With Midnight

A Poem by Poe Redd

inspired by a day spent lazer tagging, among other things and feelings

it's high pitch darkness you hear
and the graveyard mist that stings your eyes
here is where we lost
here i was target
              shot
redundant stories told by the gun.
a croak of madness, a cry of delight
stalking hiding
running crouching now
aiming through the gaping smile in the head of a tombstone
at friends.
New ranking.
Don't kid yourself; it means you've fallen behind.
there he is again-
strobe phantom, gun pointing at your heart again
fingers curl at the satisfied laughs echoing
from the ghosts pressed between the fabrics of time
fleeting
from midnight to a
                          "deader than thou" disaster.

from out a young man's pocket-
second salvation
it's a race against the night and a past-life
a fire
heavy rubber soles pounding down the ramp
barrels in the air
thick as thoughts
above the walls
you might have matched your hope by climbing
shoulder steps, mis-step and stumble
here I fell
      and never woke
weapons pointed at you grumble
from out the wired walls peer
neon blood and half-light eyes
here the war blew over
        hisses
here in your hands.

© 2013 Poe Redd

Author's Note

hm my angel just saying from here out words must be carefully chosen in response, for halks are flying these skies.
lol.
it was fun.
understand? yeah me neither.