On the muzzle of the cat- in my bed lying,
When he looked at me, appears a smile:-
"Although a distant - I'm relative of a lion,
And you just an ape, as a science define."
muzzle memories
past moments lived
not allowing them
to escape into
consciousness
stopping them
from invading the
current state of
well being
not allowing them
to cause a ripple
affect within the
sea of the soul
breaking the clam
waters that have
settled down after
time spent in silence
it stayed in the chamber cause the safety was on
never ripping through the barrel, the target left unharmed
couldn't smell the sulphur or see the muzzle flash
you should have aimed more carefully if you wanted it to last
you got to feel the excitement of the live round in the chamber
standing in the little booth surrounded by the danger
you got to hear the click and the noise from those up close
but your aim was never good at what was next to you
the switch pulls in your target, without a single hit
nothing dead on center or even a near miss
you won't win a trophy or ever enjoy the prize
cause you were in a hurry and let it all speed by
dizzying array of situations...with which to contend
time...that old adversary... has it's way
but it can even mend
moments can quite puzzle
so written words my friend
become my metaphorical muzzle