trigger

you are a trigger
the trigger
my trigger

that you set me off is true
but not just me either you
set off words like darts
volleys of arrows or daggers
missiles that sting and smart
and never never ever
miss their mark
always but always strike the bullseye
that's my heart

you are the trigger on a gun
the one i hold to my head
the lead that will wound
then entomb itself in my brain
and stain my blank walls red
you are that trigger

well here's my head on a platter
and my heart in a purse
do your worst
do your worst

don't stop now

would you care to juggle
this my heart
a flaming fireball
for your amusement?
toss it drop it smother it
your hoarfrost hands don't burn
and icicled-fingertips won't melt
so that again and again
as you juggle this burning ball
you lacerate it stab it
stab it
stab it
(is it dead yet - no?)
stab it
stab it
with your barbed and bladed words
stab it
does it still burn?
then drop it smother it crush it
extinguish it by grounding
with the heel of your boot
(are we having fun yet?)
do it again
do it again
for if you don't
if you don't
if you let it burn
it will only burn fiercer still
more savagely than ever
out of control
and this flaming wrath will seek vengeance
will seek you
seek annihilation
it's best you drop it now
your frivolous plaything my heart
drop it crush it underfoot
stub it out like your dying cigarette
or if it pleases you
(are we having fun yet?)
if it pleases you so
string your words and wind them
tightly round and round this bloody
blazing mass
like barbed wire
are you having fun yet?
don't stop now -


13^th - 14^th August 2007