Crosshairs

Crosshairs

A Poem by Robin
"

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 Robin


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' 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.


Posted 13 Years Ago


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powerful stuff dude! blew my mind a few times!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your images hear are quick snapshot shocks to the hindbrain system~ and that last line~ sharp as a blade that's ever been forged in fire~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I get the scene playing in my head from "Fight Club," the one towards the end when Ed Norton puts the gun in his mouth and shoots himself to kill Brad Pit's character. An inner battle, someone might get dealt queens, but it's Aces and Eights you gotta' be watching for...

Great Write Robin!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well done, great last line!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

id ain't what it used to be, or maybe id is

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh my - someone has been really busy in search of tonalities...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

there is so much power in the word

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

' 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.


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Everyone wanting what they want NOW and not caring how they get it. That's what your poem spoke to me. Great job on this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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