Crosshairs

Ethology - part II

 

hear that sound ?

 

blood from ruptured ears

 

primal drumming

 

red-eyed rage richocets

 

do-gooders dodging

 

smith and wesson punctuation 

 

inside question marks and lies

 

 

its the sound of one brick snapping

 

a corner stone mortar wash out 

 

its called the limit -

 

 how far ?

 

 how deep ?

 

 how much !!!

 

 

its anger hovering

 

over the button of no return

 

 how hard !

 

 how quick !

 

 

split hair trigger

 

middle fingering

 

quick draw tempers

 

 

  "rage is the rage"

 

 

its the door man spitting on sidewalks

 

the blame game dealt in one suit

 

of studs and queens  

 

 

   spinning

 

 

its a dreamland in quicksand

 

sucker punch poets

 

peeling sleepless nocturnes

 

a cataclysmic chorale

 

shadow casting on deaf walls

 

archvillains typecast in lead

 

broken glass and bad luck  

 

a showdown at last call

 

hit pause

 

listen

 

Id what it is

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' its the sound of one brick snapping ~ a corner stone mortar wash out ~ its called the limit ' .. weak, strong, past, present. Seems to me that your words are saying that no matter what, it all means the same - nothing. Words for words' sake, dark, ungentle and emotionless for the sake of filling space. Actions acted out, insincere, meaningless.

[Circe]

the blood of bleakness... we become so reactionary and entitled.. and our expressions are tainted.. this is like an inner alarm.. resounding, powerful.. like slaps on the cheek, something to shake us.

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you got it all pinned down with this one. beginning to end
'hear that sound?
Id what it is' !

[Donald Meikle]

Of it all I love the split hair trigger the best

[E.H. Monroe]

The ruptured foundation of a long standing piece of wonderful architecture. Took years to build and one quick draw trigger pull, button press and a backspace to put it all into the realm if nothing space. What the f**k? There are no words for it. There ain't a category for it because the Situation itself is the moment between the categories. It's the last Inhale and combustion before the action. F**k this is just a hum of static that lives in anger and dies in black. It read and can't be unread.

[Ravyne Hawke]

An excellent poem.. I could feel the anger and rage through your words. Great imagery.

[TAO]

bang bang. I like this. It's intense. I felt for a moment like I was in some action thriller just waiting to get blasted away from the waking dream. Tell you what, on this poetry tip, you're definitely as sharp a shooter as they come.

[MuSe Ampoule]

oh greatness! So many gobstopping lines...you know the ones you can roll on your tongue forever and they never diminish.

[Searching 4 Serenity]

Not really sure what to say. So, I agree with Bradley L. to the fullest.
Yeah, this poem is simply divine, phenomenal, stupendous, BOLD, with so much on the side you cannot dish it all in one sitting.

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there is so many clever quips in this..lines for a new generation..I am in awe and wishing to write again..loved it

[theunionisloud]

a;lsdkfjals;kdfjas;dij i love this one! it's just oozing insight and rhythm. onto the shelf goes it!