The Trigger Boy

Compounding traumas of the heart

Whilst barking at the beer

Disentangled motive

Creating safety net survival

Entwined to fall

At least in hope

For all is lost

In the journey of night

To deceive the future

Scared to spill, so wrecked instead

A mood reclines, vapours stain

And Ego shoots through mouthing eyes

Burning nerves, severing escape

From all that's good and well,

A fracture in time

Rebounding round and down,

Rabbit punching lungs grown tight,

A darker time to light,

One last puff of cancer mind

Before the blindfold falls

Twitches to the memory

Of the perfect life and soul

Firing squad inferno

Tired

Infernal

God.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is the reason I never went to bars much. You paint a very believable tapestry of how a person on a barstool can spiral into a funk, with great details as to how the mind wanders into one ditch after another, when we are supposedly "looking" for something (conversation? relief? an epiphany?) . . . and the barstool dweller seems always to be looking for some missing element that would turn life around. You've packed all that into totally image-filled & dynamic sensations stated in the abstract (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

Thanks Margie, you got it spot on, haha, you do pick some random poems to review, I like that, lol,

[Paul Bell]

Sad one this. The drink is always a safety net, gives you hope in every gulp.
But then it opens the wounds you would rather stay closed.
Painful memories that left unchecked follow you straight to the grave.

[gram linski]

That sums it up perfectly, Paul, thanks for reading and getting the gist, cheers

[kentuck14]

Gram,
If I'm correct . . . I detect a bit of Hart Crane in this piece. Crane's life was a free fall . . . his poems riding the edge of human experience and pain. Your words and lines seem to spill out from some hidden place in a frantic tumble . . . coming to rest in an abstract piece of art. It's quite an interesting work.
Tom

[gram linski]

Thanks Tom, haven't read much of the guy, but that is high praise indeed, will dig out The Bridge and have a read

[Crowley]

Its the worst place to be in the tough times, head already full of nonsense, compounded by the other things we throw on top that temporarily help dull but that make us feel worthless in the end. This is a down hill roll, fast and complete. Great piece....

[gram linski]

Thanks Crowley, you got the gist perfectly, glad you enjoyed it,

[Onlyme]

The guard is down the sore is open your drunk and emotional, angry and sad, hurt and upset. The outpouring of the old wounds seeping from the drunk rant. Cleansing of the soul is heard mourning your loss of childhood and suffering. As a man now. You feel you can't mourn the boy without the drink. As you feel too much. Drunk it's easier to talk to him and see him clearer without the blood and pain hurting too much. As the drink numbs the pain. He is out and about. Wanting to be heard and seen. You hear his voice his emotions his pain. And only you understand his outpouring fully. Others just think is a drunken rant. It's more than that. It's life. The life you should have had as a boy and young man. But all you got was hurt and suffering. The lament of a broken soul. Needing loved, held and listened to. I hear you loud and clear and relate. Big time. Hugs and much love. Dawn.

[gram linski]

Wow great review, thank Dawn, you got the message spot on, where you been, hope you are well,

[Onlyme]

Not been on much of late, not been too good in myself to be honest Bunny. But feeling a little better so came on. Hope your okay? Dawn.

[gram linski]

Am no bad generally, had a few slips and slides, much like your self, and it is gram, no Bunny, but he is a great writer so thanks for the subconscious compliment, hugs fae me,

[Chris Shaw]

Crying into your beer? Visual and great use of metaphor here gram linski.

Chris

[gram linski]

Thanks, Chris, glad you liked it, wasnae exactly crying into my beer, (waste of tears and beer,) just a general ennui enveloping

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another freeverse filled to the brim with hints of colour that feel like the protagonist is living on the edge, simply muddling through and awaiting the next fall from grace.

[gram linski]

Cheers John, those who fall must surely rise again, just ask Mr Perrin.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Is that Liam?

[gram linski]

Reggie, ya daft cu...….

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Liam Perrin's always have in that bad b***h bloody Mary!

[gram linski]

Hardy f*****g har, I'll do the jokes, fool, lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wonderful metaphor here...the puff of "the cancer mind"
the head on the beer, we bark at it...as if it is our troubles, and yet we don't want them to spill over, make a mess, and yet they mostly do and we face the firing squad of consequences.
yes, it does happen.
j.

[gram linski]

Thanks, j, once again you see straight to the heart of my mad rambling, I thank you,