Fence Hopping

It feels like I've been running for a long, long time, and now I've hopped a fence and act casual. And pretend that my blood isn't pumping like a shotgun.

Running with a gun can be hard

If your safety is slippery.

The unsteady weight in your hand,

Sliding, unless gripping

Firmly, by the butt or cocking

The hammer by accident,

You turn and let metal strike fast,

In strict caliber measurements.

 

And then,

For a moment, when,

The bullet first bursts from muzzle,

The gun kicks up, and kicks back,

And is weightless and still

Between jumping and falling

Then it ways nothing.

 

Running with a gun can be hard,

For some people.

Author's Note

I'm not a bad person, honest.

Reviews

[JulieMorgan]

This poem has a lot of suspense and it really captured my attention and put me in the moment. It left me wanting to know more...nice job!

[Baby Ricochet]

I've done all kinds of s**t with a weapon in my hands man. It's not that hard. I liked the descriptive quality of this piece. Good job.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this metaphor...a bit curious as to whether you meant to use "ways nothing" or "weighs nothing"

although the play on words probably works well there.

but there is a kick to life that can be much like that of a shotgun.

jacob

[sithlordjp]

This is some very smart and fascinating writing! With so many discussions and arguments going on about firearms, I appreciate someone exploring it from a different angle. What does it mean to simply handle a gun? Is the gun dangerous? Is running dangerous? Is the runner dangerous? All three perhaps. So many things that can go wrong in so little time... ztool of empowerment or self imposed doom... You raise some important questions, and leave the reader to make up his mind, I like that... Thanks for sharing!