scatter guns

my heart is a shotgun fired into the clear night air. a scatter gunned reach for the stars. i am blowing into infinite peices. i am spinning the ball of string that will tie up the moon.

i make passes at rationality. all my mantras are sensible. there is no longing in the short spaces between baited breaths and traps snapping shut.

i greet the storm as i do all things.
with clenched fists and open mouth.