The Only Way

Yes, he was American made. Drawing in and thinking back with a comeback Elvis idol parked across his lap, Milwaukee’s Best and the taste of sulfur giving up his first shots into glory. The cracked window bled where he tossed out reason, and now the blank and broken future spilled out on the wooden floor. It was everything from nothing to him. A glitch in the hemisphere on his way to paradise and he didn't mind the goings alone. I rushed on his final words as he smiled and pulled back on the trigger.

Smoke dripping from his teeth.

Sometimes, it dares work out this way. Life bends to the handles where we are long ago ready. I pulled the covers and said some silent prayer. Some hope that someday I might end this way. Police arrived and I curiously gave up his name.

They stood and shook their heads pouring out a distorted, shortened Novena. Their line of cars crackled in fear as the sun rose over, its fingers pointed west and the air a broken frame where death wept up to his door. Yes. American made. where this was the only way.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

I have read and am reading.. finding each phrase a revelation.. a looking into someone's mind that i'll never really understand. Seems a path into a place where there are no brakes, no slowing down.. till it's only the finish that stops the flow.. .. cruelly, perhaps.

[Perdition]

You know I absolutely adore your input don't ya. The lines of your insight and influence on my regard for my writing sweeps miles beyond deep. A rare thing, and something that is truly amazing to be given. A very inspirational tug across my sleeve;Thank you so much Emmanjoy. Where would I be if not for the musings and reviews of a true poet and artis. One with eyes that can quiet their pretense and need in order to see and also to go deep into the alter dimensions beneath my scribblings. Hugs and smiles and certainly Thanks for all of your input~

[Perdition]

*One with eyes that can quiet the pretense of this sense insatiable :)

[emmajoy]

This phrase has jumped at me the three times when I reviewed and again now.. fine language.
' The cracked window bled where he tossed out reason, and now her blank and broken future, spilled out on the wooden floor.'

[Perdition]

Any reason those lines jumped at you..the were meant to frame the imagery and along with that the ultimate solution...mean bugger ain't I ...lol. Thanks phenom

[Perdition]

*they..I really need to learn to tyoe

[emmajoy]

we don't have to type to make mistakes!

[Perdition]

This is one of those sentences that, even in the most soft and relaxing mornings you stop and sip your cup of tea and feel your heart fall to place so dark you feel just how profound this line is and it kills you but for some reason you let the pain wash over you like the subtle blue light of dawn that feels just as lost.

[emmajoy]

' Sometimes, it dares work out this way. Life bends to the handles where we are long ago ready. 'read more' Sometimes, it dares work out this way. Life bends to the handles where we are long ago ready. '

Read your post again, for some convoluted reason
seems an update on the recent tragedy of Vegas.. a threat to life that should be more yet diluted by a single movement.. then.. more.. more... more...

[alanwgraham]

You have certainly transcended the edges here and used language in a novel way. It communicates a mood with great images even if the detail is hard to pin down (for me). As you say 'I catch the drift' in a very positive way.
Well done for a very imaginative write.
Regards,
Alan

[Perdition]

Thank you sir...I'm appreciate and know that it is hard to pin down which I sometimes feel the need to apologize to the reader until I remember Bukowski and Dali. I try to envision out a short clip at Cannes and the possible transcendent offering where I can and whenever the pen can do it so thank you so much for the time you took to let me know your awareness. More than definitely appreciate it. Namaste!

[Perdition]

"I appreciate"..really have to get those glasses soon..lol