Love is a warm gunLove is a warm gun12 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Broken hearts and block slides.
Uranium rounds and irreconcilable differences.
You lock it, you load it.
Compassion and altruism at 60 rounds per second.
This is passionate destruction.
Your emotional scars imprinted on a tattered childhood flack jacket hued in a share o green named for the fruit that grows on the branch of peace.
This is too weighty for biblical birds to carry.
Fiancees and firing pins.
Time apart and trigger guards.
To this supposed ceasefire your violent cacophony of mixed messages and passive aggressive stances lend the ultimate juxtaposition
You don't revere, you recoil.
You don't admire, you aim
This is 158 grains of lead lined belief hitting your heart at the speed of a synaptic impulse.
This is life with the safety off
This is love.
Fire at will.