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you let my words
into your skull
to rattle like hot lead shredding gray
the red-dot
between the eyes
assisted the delivery
of a pointed small caliber
bullet of thought
into the core of your consciousness
and you let it in
to bounce from wall to wall
that was just a .22 shot
what would happen if I fired
a .357 magnum load?
youíd be blown away
your brain would paint the walls
with speckled texture
but i prefer the smaller caliber kill
itís far more fun to watch you suffer
in the anxiety of your need
to justify
your dis-ease
your guilt
your absolute addiction
to external validation

it is the weakness of your mind

it is the weakness of your kind

you arenít quite cut out to be a hit man
for that kind of work
youíve got to pull the trigger
and disappear stealthily into darkness
not confess or justify
because the justification
is in the pay, not the Ďmoralityí of the deed

iíve been killing for so long now
i donít need the pay
i know there is no morality in the killing
there is no morality, period
i do it simply
for the pleasure of watching you bleed
with gasping breaths
blood-garbled pleas
curses of reddened spittle
i like to watch you cry
each self-depricating tear
which you think is a sign of your strength

it only shows me
the weakness of your mind
with laser-scoped precision
and clarity

------
~Drake Lightle

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drakelightle@comcast.net


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The following comments are for "the weakness of your mind"
by DeletedUser

target practice....
of guns: in my experience, guns are the weapons of the weak... in the first place picking one up and firing is a response to powerlessness... second, shooting someone is a way of removing the human element from killing... too easy, no necessity to be up close and personal... when people become, not victims, but targets... life and death an equation of cause and effect...

Of poem in general: bold this, visceral and violent... some Sadeian psychology to it... the cadence and lyricism of the lines should be applauded and the metaphor provokes much thought... You cover a lot of dubious moral ground here, "nice" meditation...

so with guns so with words, a lot of the time, sadly. good stuff.


( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 9, 2006 )

the weakness of your mind
SASTISFYING...after reading this, I lit a cigarette.

( Posted by: dfortyeight [Member] On: November 10, 2006 )

Poetry With Scope
Poetry...
is the calibration of thought...
so take the shot...!

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: August 7, 2016 )





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