horse shoes & hand grenades(syd)

after the fall
he threw the grenades
and the shrapnel
maybe scattered a bit beyond expectation.
and the horse shoes tossed
so close to the post,
missed
just enough to
to convince
everyone else but him
that the pit
was becomming too far to reach.


if, suddenly
the post, the throw
and that heavy pendulum
swinging,
barely in his grip,
became the only thing
to hold on too;
it becomes hard to let go.

winning the game
suddenly means less
than holding that last
thread connecting
life and perception.

and holding that last
horeseshoe
becomes the only
connection
with perception
of purpose.

and perception becomes
insanity
in the eyes of the
terminally sane

I don't know what to say...it's very nice. Beautiful, really.

Excellent flow; very easy to ready.

i like it......well written

do you have anymore

He's got his fair share of work up on the board. Go digging around...there's some good stuff out there.

Simple yet gorgeous.

Quite nice.

well thank you.....i will go digging around

thanks for the kind words. everything i write flows right out of my head as i write it. i can only hope that someone enjoys it...

Beautiful. I like it a lot. You've got a nice style.