Shooter

pushing rusted waters back and forth

Chasing death along the base boards

This  won’t be the end

one last cigarette

one last f**k

at the last river

it will never be enough

 

When the reliquary is ablaze

and the angels yell “Shooter!”

you’ll know I made it.

Reviews

[John]

It reads like a scene from the Day of Judgement with the last man alive outrunning the angels and devils. For such a short poem, it is very evocative.