A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, November 30, 2019

death scenester

If you don't aim the gun, squeeze
trigger-pull
tap, don't expect
any bang, nor the smell
of a cap.

But if you've neglected
to thread the red strip
with the gunpowder bumps
into slot, or you did
- but it sticks,

you have missed
your shot, lil' pard.
Pop pop, now you're dead.
Don't take it so melodramatically
Oscar-bid death throes
hard.

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