Cold Steel 1982

 

I don’t know

I cant stand

What is in my head

Or what is in my hand.

 

Should I care

ShouldI dare?

I have

And it was exhilarating.

 

I placed the hard steel

My mouth took it

aimed at my thoughts,

A squeeze of the finger away.

 

The steel was cold

Upon my lips.

Rear sight 

Felt within my teeth.

 

One more pound

Of pressure

Finger to steel.

Why not?

 

But I just couldn’t

9mm semi automatic

Cold in my mouth

A living reflection.

 

Life’s lost genuflection

Lost courage

Makes correction

Just a slight squeeze.

 

I miss the freedom

Of impulse.