Over the Edge

You stare at me like encroaching fire, as a shadow of a doubter calls my proper name through a shark-fin bullhorn.  But, I’m not actually here; just a gun and a cigarette burning in midair. Only a thought that has broken its leash. No matter how we beg, tomorrow is not coming to save us. This moment is a live grenade disguised as a bologna sandwich. Pull the pin. I’ll give you a bite. Then maybe you’ll understand why dogs bark at nothing.

Reviews

[What happened to simple..]

Why hello there, I love THIS! Sooo so different from everything of yours I usually read, from the layout to the flow. 'Only a thought that has broken its leash' - beautiful idea, if only we could put this in action more often. Fear is such a weakness. Here I get the feeling that it subsides though, when confronted with death..

[Kenneth The Poet]

Over the edge, indeed. I like the idea of a live grenade becoming a baloney sandwich.