pull the trigger many times
leave the unsuspecting wall behind you
a scalded scarlet tapestry
a Picasso of every raging memory
etched on your festering finite folds
splatter your secrets through the earless, eyeless air
it will not care, but you must pull the trigger
over and over, for every silent sin
must be expiated, and one shot is never enough
all that is written must be erased
no speck of you may be seen,
no letters may form your name
the world of faceless readers must forget
you were ever there, lest your death
will have been in vain
there is nothing final in the stopping of a heart
pull the trigger again and again
leave no trace but art's dripping masterpiece
in red
still have writers block but this popped out in a noisy hotel room Saturday night