Gunpowder and perfume. Awesome. Okay I've read several poems of yours. Mostly because they're short and catchy. I like poems like that. I'm a little on the ADD side of life.
I always look before crossing the road, but then I don't look anymore. I think you must be perched on something though--being perched on nothing is saying nothing. But I dig the stimulating confrontation between gunpowder and perfume.
Nice. When some aspects of our lives explode, the entire world seems a desolated landscape of death and destruction. The stink of gunpowder is truly an ominous, completely unique feeling (I'm a shooter, and I know--trust me). I like how you used it here--it signifies the explosiveness beneath the surface of our cool, calm facade. We all have that, in some form or another
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
Gunpowder is one of my favorite smells... I know a thing or two about it, as well :)
Yeah, I know. Once you smell gunpowder for the first time, you'll never forget it. It's just like .. read moreYeah, I know. Once you smell gunpowder for the first time, you'll never forget it. It's just like that, somehow
That first line was so special it made me linger there and I had to start over again!
Love the repetition of tomorrow. It makes me feel that something has been promised that never has come, and that this is the day you step over it and begin. Just my take.
I am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend.
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