Poem -
Fuzzy Gun
My mind is a fuzzy gun
always loaded
subtly maiming
six in the chamber
one in the pipe
pointing
not aiming.
Cant figure the trigger
or find the safety.
Stray shots
silencer
silently screwed in.
Bullets amusing themselves.
My mind is a fuzzy gun
shoots around corners
blessed curse.
It sees the approaching catastrophe
and still...
waits for the order
“Fire at will”
April and June 2013
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Comments
good write stephen good poem title as well tina x
Thanks Tina - quite a personal one for me.
keep writing stephen it soothes the mind tina x
Tina thanks. I will.
This would be a good song!
...never thought of it as a song Amber but now you come to mention it I can see what you mean.
I was watching "A Scanner Darkly" before I read this *Mind Blown x
good write
Cheers Kunai..not literally I hope.
I'm still alive bro haha