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Tossing Hand Grenades and Bullets

Off and on they signaled, always in rapid fire casting munitions across my window blind A garish platoon of aggressors engaged in war all tossing hand grenades at my haggard mind Their bullets were blinking in Morse code flashing in rhythm with droning dissonant jazz From their stronghold across the asphalt road they nightly attacked in a tawdry scheme No clouds as allies to enshroud the moonlight In cryptic shadows I avoided the street lamp and the eyes of their sentry. Her stilettos tapping in syncopation, I slipped by their sentinel vamp Stealthily I moved, muscles tensed and strained, I peered through the umbras to launch my attack An alleyway spotted, and there I ordained the weapon to silence their nightly escapade Behind their front line, my hand unlatched the box I flipped all the switches and pulled out the fuse The only sounds I heard were patrons moaning No Morse code signals or stilettos walking in ruse On my window blinds there were no flashing lights No tacky neon sign, offering home brewed beer on tap Victory over the aggressors. I mumbled their last rites I slept peacefully through the night with a fuse in my lap

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Date: 12/10/2017 5:13:00 AM
Ha ha, good you were not caught, love the suspense, I was wondering how the picture was related to the poem, until I read it fully:)
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Lin Lane
Date: 12/10/2017 10:40:00 AM
Oh Jo! I didn't really do this. It's all a figment of my imagination, but I'll take it as a compliment that it seemed real to you. Hugs, dear friend.
Date: 12/9/2017 11:44:00 AM
Lin, I enjoyed this poem. On one of my trips to New Orleans I stayed at the Royal Sonesta and there was loud, loud music right across the street all night long, next time I'll look for the fuse box. John
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Date: 12/9/2017 4:36:00 PM
Any hotel in the Vieux Carre' is destined to be noisy, especially on weekends. You chose one on Bourbon St. but please visit again and chose a hotel out of the French Quarter. I hope you enjoyed your stay. There's so much to see and do. Thanks for liking the poem, John.
Date: 12/9/2017 7:52:00 AM
I can sleep through anything...lol...great poem
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Date: 12/9/2017 8:02:00 AM
You're very fortunate to be able to sleep so soundly. Thanks very much, Tim.
Date: 12/8/2017 6:37:00 PM
city life I remember it well, the broken signs the cracked sidewalks, the cigarette butts, the stiletto girls who were really guys, the hustlers and pimps with a stylized walk...days of my youth...your poem took me back...thank you for that
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Date: 12/10/2017 10:37:00 AM
Arthur...He's become a spotted leopard...if only he'd change his ways, but he seems to relish needling. My skin is tough enough not to allow him to pierce me.
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Date: 12/10/2017 12:21:00 AM
Tom is a troll, is what he does, is what all his gang does.
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Lin Lane
Date: 12/8/2017 10:50:00 PM
Tom, we had an agreement to stay away from each other's poetry. I don't read yours so don't comment on mine. If you need to contact someone who commented to me, don't do it on my poems.
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Date: 12/8/2017 10:46:00 PM
Frederic, I'm glad to know it gave you a nostalgic look back. Thanks for liking this one.
Date: 12/8/2017 4:36:00 PM
Hey, Lin, ya gotta do what ya gotta do. I've had a few "interactions" with rowdy college kids waking my kids at 3AM.
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Date: 12/8/2017 10:45:00 PM
This was a fictional write. Thanks for the read and comment,.
Date: 12/8/2017 3:55:00 PM
Ahh, the sweet taste of victory. Enjoy....
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Date: 12/8/2017 10:44:00 PM
I'd not be able to handle those lights. Thank you, Charlie.
Date: 12/8/2017 3:50:00 PM
Lin, I have a parking lot lamp shining in my bedroom window, that I would love to send a grenade at. Great poem and so well written.
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Date: 12/8/2017 10:42:00 PM
Blackout drapes! Thanks, BW.
Date: 12/8/2017 12:05:00 PM
lol I loved the sense of victory at the end of the poem Lin I'm sure those neon signs flashing would drive me insane too:-) Great accompanying picture too:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 12/8/2017 10:40:00 PM
They must be annoying. Thanks, Jan.