I have been putting
My barrel fingers
Into my mouth
Cocking back the thumb
Hammer
& letting it fall
So far
I have blown
my brains out
6 times
This week
Each time
Leaves a foul acrid
Taste
In my mouth
& I remember
Posthumously
Where my fingers
Have been
In life
©bg 2010
resurrecting the trashcan bard 
Where? Where have they’ve been in life? Haha
🙂 love your writing!
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Thank you. I’ve been enjoying your blog as well 🙂
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Wow. Depressing and funny at the same time! Kinda sounds like my life. :O
(Ah — just joshin’ ya!)
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Yep,thats the blend I try for . 🙂
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Chortle and snigger!
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Yes in hind sight 😊
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You have to see it my way – my fingers are Big and they stink of infestation of the world with a small thing called a morpheus egalitarianism that does not sing for its supper but rather asks for the reserve to do more.
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Lol cool, with the snigger in there I thought you were going down the sexual
innuendo path. My mistake,loved your elegantly worded take on my work.i enjoy exploring the psychological
nature of the human beast. Cheers for the fed back. 🙂
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