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Bullet
I am steam on an open window
footsteps in a blizzard
receding swell
of a punishing tide
the kid gloved hand
of a self that died
peddling scraps
to those who’d be fed
hiding horizons
from those who’d be lead…
Insidious as a risk assessment
my bullet point well punctuated
I don’t bite the bullet
I don’t site the bullet
I load the stin...
Sunday 26th September 2010 2:38 pm
Biting the Bullet
( A poem for Dave Bradley's challenge)
If only life were a matrix,
the best moments freeze framed,
caught in the film of an eye,
the heat of one touch,
and all the bullets side-stepped
extracted, taken out
plopped like teeth
on a silver salver;
no gas and air
no gaping gum,
just a vacuum
packed
with all the precious time.
In re...
Thursday 2nd September 2010 10:15 pm
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