Shadows in the Earth

I carry a pistol 

in my pocket

at all times

i shoot for the crescent light of the moon 

my heavy jacketed conscience

hollow tipped resolve

brass   brash   moves   miss 

drawn in to

.... inevitabel curvatures

sucking shadows of Earth.

Magnetic resonance tides

they pull me

they pull  me so

I carry my pistol

stuffed in the front hipped 

sagging waist-land band 

you can't see it

i won't show it to you even

if you show me yours

you won't see it until i show it to you

black and grey lubed slide ride

i shoot the moon 

its reflected light

its light

it has no light but

i shoot it ... shoot to hell that moon

i won't be pushed around i won't be denied my releif from pain as i give it so courteously to you

and you

i don't look at the sky ... always down

i look

tucked up under covers

its so cold here mom

its so cold.

Author's Note

Reviews

[lightsong]

This was truly amazing, I looked first to Your pistol as Your pen, Your muse... Your magical wand... but as I read down, I felt that "pissed off" little boy, alone and hurt... I once wrote s poem about the moon shadow, and I say... without the light, there is no shadow, I kept singing in my head through Your words,
" I'm in the basement, You're in the sky, I'm in the basement baby "

You've expressed the shadows in a very creative and sensitive way, and I don't see the shadows of the nights, but more those spirits who feel they are low, unnoticed in life, who want someone to "spotlight" them, those whom are in need, whatever this need is... great poem Mr.E, thank You*

[Einstein Noodle]

and thank you Light for your sensitive and thorough reading of this one .. you hit all the right "spots" ...thank you again my friend
E.

[Sami Khalil]

I understand that the pistol is for protection and target shooting, the anger directed towards the moon- light and the shadows that roam, carried hidden from eyesight, then walking humbly and not looking up and up. I feel the pain of the past here , too.
You write uniquely and with a message...

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Sami .. i sure appreciate your comments and interpretations ... love and peace sir! ;)
E.

[Sami Khalil]

All love and peace, sir...

[Mrudula Rani]

" I carry a pistol" startling start for a poem! your resolve to carry a weapon that is not ment to threaten any one or challenge any...You rather put your gun down and shake hands with your opponent that is a remarkable attitude, and I applaud that!!

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for taking time Mrudula! i appreciate your comments
E.

[Mrudula Rani]

It is entirely my pleasure.

[Neville]

What an intriguing and otherwise compelling, well composed poem we have here, open I imagine to many interpretations and each one of them as valid as the next...........N

[Einstein Noodle]

yes...very open and valid ...thanks for your thoughtful review sir! much appreciated
E.

[Neville]

As always, my pleasure entirely.....N

[Alfred Kukitz]

the gun in the holster of life, self protection, self delusion, let go give peace a chance.

regards,
al

[Einstein Noodle]

there is all that isn't there Al! we shoot and miss all the time :( so grateful always for your visits
E.

[Paul Bell]

You carry a knife. So does the other guy.
You carry a gun. So does the other guy.
Usually only one winner. Who will it be.

[Einstein Noodle]

not sure there are winners in that scenario my friend...maybe they both put them down and shake hands eh!? ;) thanks for taking time my friend and for your review ..which is always important to me ... i hate knives .. they are up close and personal scary ... not lots of people carry them but i will guess not many at all are proficient in their use ... i think i would rather be shot and get it over quick ... stabbing is typically an act of rage ..and requires multiple wounds .. like Travis Alexander and Jodi Arias ...sheesh!
E.

[Paul Bell]

People never put down their weapons. Once it kicks off, it kicks off. Winners go to jail. Losers go to their grave.