wing ding

no defense:

I was the magic bullet

that ricocheted bone-to-bone

slicing organs like a grocery store

deli woman in a greasy hairnet

 

no remorse:

dance with the serpent;

die to the rhythm

 

nobody forced you to care

 

you saw the wall and kept

accelerating

 

I only stood there until you stopped

twit-

twitch

twit-ching

 

that’s how angels are made.

Reviews

[OT]

ooo I love this one - "I was the magic bullet that ricocheted bone-to-bone slicing organs like a grocery store deli woman in a greasy hairnet" lol! and then the conclusion "that's how angels are made" - oh you're good! the "nobody forced you to care" isolated there is a real power-slap too ha nice!

[roarke]

there's an undertow of hapless callousness about this one. An indecisiveness that draws both ways. The last line, to me comes off pretty gruesome.... but it's also like blowing smoke off the barrel of the gun. Nice design here.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Love the conclusion to this, after the latent hostility, and remorselessness.. never thought that might be the soup of which angels are made.

[Larry Dyson]

wrapping My brain sphicter around this I think... hard core random like running thru My brain on Acid..I like it