Thorough-fare by H.M StevensDeath glares
In heavy loving breath,
I hold her gun, blink and stare back
aim the pistol into nothingness
and fire into compact wind
roaring through my thick past, and overwhelming future
What is tomorrow, or moments from now, that under no assurance, exist?
A referral of prideful wilting hopeĀ
that we move,
to one day lay to rest
10/31/2005 Posted on 10/31/2005 Copyright © 2024 H.M Stevens
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Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/31/05 at 04:55 PM ...ahh, love this, tho' i'm not sure...r u the one holding the gun...and i just love the "caricature" of our life on this orb...one second, one year, etc...no guarantee and as i read this for several times, i feel good tho' at first-read it seemed existentially sad, but by definition existential means just what whoever said it means...? eh?, but this is drenched with "Hey! this is how it is? any questions?" hahaha, well, anyway, this is a tight-read...well placed phrasing, causing us to "look" at what you saying...at least to me...i love it, the doubt/certainity of life o' rama de bi-peds...good write, peace, chaz |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/30/06 at 12:56 AM Enjoyed this, thanks for the read! |
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