Brian Turner

[citizenwind.livejournal.com]

Here, Bullet

If a body is what you want,
then here is bone and gristle and flesh.
Here is the clavicle-snapped wish,
the aorta's opened valves, the leap
thought makes at the synaptic gap.
Here is the adrenaline rush you crave,
that inexorable flight, the insane puncture
into heat and blood.  And I dare you to finish
what you've started.  Because here, Bullet,
here is where I complete the word you bring
hissing through the air, here is where I moan
the barrel's cold esophagus, triggering
my tongue's explosives for the rifiling I have
inside of me, each twist of the round
spun deeper, because here, Bullet
here is where the world ends, every time.

Comments

[theday-youdie.livejournal.com]

i heard him read this at the dodge poetry festival..it was amazing