VIGOUR MORTIS

I am restless, primal

as I cradle rhe air rifle

it's stiff toes in a straight line

the head of it full of compressed intention like a snake. 

Its weight of polished wood and spun steel

hides the sperm of its pellet

to be released on impulse

for a chosen target,

penetrate without creation

while my curving finger beckons. 

🌷(3)

◄ SIR JOHN LOOKS OUT

WINTER WEST WIND ►

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raypool

Fri 3rd Dec 2021 16:21

Thanks for looking in Holden and Stephen..

You're never too old to break rules Stephen. Glad you enjoyed it.

Ray

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 1st Dec 2021 17:07

Blimey, Ray. I reckon we need to bring back ASBOs at this rate. Good one, plenty of menace.

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