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You think you know what this refers to?

The Bullet from My Gun I am propelled like a bullet from a gun barreling through space, Through your flesh, Through the time you have misspent on this Earth now ending, Too late to regret the bending trigger of my gun. I penetrate your vagina, Your mind, Your sense of inner self, Tearing through your false resistance like a runaway train. I cannot stop, I am momentum now. Ripping through your many lives, Decimating your hopes for the peace tomorrow that now will never come. Because my trajectory is certain and yours is a wet pipe dream. You are obliterated into fragments by the curling of my finger. Now Isis will never find you. Fear is still a man’s best friend: And a little pressure goes a long ways.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 10/29/2014 9:52:00 AM
A good poem but the vagina and wet dream comment didn't add to it... They were a distraction... in my opinion... Instead of putting up several poems on one day. Try holding one for each day. It will get you more followers from the new poems list... I'm glad to see you are writting so much. My epilepsy is slowing my writing down at the moment...
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Carol Eastman
Date: 4/16/2015 8:39:00 AM
Ah... Now I understand. Sorry. They do work together... Tho a touch more about the gun imagery would have sent me into the right direction... I went more toward sex as your goal... than the gun... A last sentence touching on the ending of a life would have swayed me the other way... But great work.
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Igor Goldkind
Date: 4/15/2015 5:09:00 PM
It's actually a wet pipe-dream; the allusion is provoked in the reader just as the accompanying image of a young girl holding a large revolver. The poem is meant to shock, to get you attention as it's subject and point are much more horrific than any perception of the profane. Also I am linking the sexual in the mind of the reader to the real violence of an ejaculatory weapon. Sorry to hear about your epilepsy.