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.

[Brad]

damn, robin, this read like confucious on high octane coffee with a side of white cross...my new fave from you

[Brette Medb]

Rage is the worst flaw.... well perhaps not THE worst, but one of the worst that humans possess. I really liked the rhythm of the poem, it got the point across but at the same time it had a quickness and a build up almost as if it were the rage itself slowly growing and taking over everything.

The only thing I saw was; Id what it is.

I don't know if it's supposed to be I'd but if it is it doesn't really make sense.

Great poem.

B

[Karolina S.]

I like the "do-gooders dodging" line. A lot of us have been feeling angry lately, haven't we? I see it popping up everywhere.

[Nimbus Thread]

Each stanza is a punch of the realism, and nothing is held back here. There are so many great lines I could go on...But in the heart of this is the irony, the last line which pulls this taught. Will we ever get past this tragic circle which is becoming a disaster cliche? Really like this!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

A powerful poem it reads quickly as if running out of time.. it is the world spinning out of control- very moving , many wonderful lines.

Chloe

[ju]

love the "dreamland in quicksand / sucker punch poets"
great reading, enjoyed the energy of this one and the rhythm.

[roarke]

The Id is all.....

Almost Keruoac-ian in style. I like the beginning and end, the middle is chaotic, grasping making the reader stretch for the finale. Nice device.

Too close for comfort in my case. lol.

[Jennifer Lenhardt]

snappin' my fingers to this one, Robin - this poets got beat!

[Xanthar Manmuffin]

brilliant!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Really exceptional work, Robin.