point blank
care …
your last concern …
sixteen times you said it
repetition as your testament to love
nearly a full clip emptied straight
as ballistics into my chest
with your most saccharine sexy drawl …
but you saved just one -
left that last “I love you” in the chamber
for bitter Hollywood endings …
you think I didn’t notice?
I’ve seen you unload before on your
other hapless fools -
bam-bam-bam!!
hollow-point heartache
cold and clean
puffing away the barrel smoke with
those raspberry bows
pouted plump, ?then … a coquette smile …
while those drooling chumps kept
bowing and begging
like you’ve done them a favor -
‘here’s your heart, what’s your hurry?’
but, just one thing:
I saw the draw - knew it was coming
so those pseudo-passionate little
shells had no powder in them - no primer
blanks well-aimed and fired
are still blank -
impotent … useless
oh, you made a raucous noise, customarily
but I didn’t feel a thing, love
and no wounds to lick, thank you
a few scars, perhaps
but those were inflicted and
mended long before ‘You’
by women of true mettle and motive
who knew the proper physics of annihilation
and wasted no blood on it -
mine OR collateral …
so, holster your weapon, sweetheart
find yourself a more tender
flesh to sunder
and a bigger, softer target
that may actually …
care.
Copyright © October 8, 2024 Gregory Richard Barden
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