GUEST POET FROM 1883 (Sir Richard "Gettalong" Holsom)

Don't talk about the gun
Don't talk about the bullets

Don't ask why
(look for a pattern
on the barn if you want
read meaning into the target)

But don't assume
you know what I'm shooting at
or why

Don't ask about the gun
Don't ask about the bullets


You can't shoot it
you can't absorb the shot

You will misunderstand
What are you looking for anyway
in the broken bottles
and cans full of holes

Don't ask to touch the gun
Don't ask touch the bullets

(you know you can't hear the bullet flying
you know you can't see the bullet rushing)

Fuckin metaphors
Never really work

It's just a mechanism where
someplace in the reptilian/caveman-shaman mind
a magic trick is performed

a million impulses jump a
million synapses,

and...