"blowback" poems
The marchers make their way today
through town to Cardiff Bay
with whistles, shouts and banners up
for sweet old Mary Jane
they're marching for her freedom
all ages, colours, creeds
have come in joyful spirits
to help us free the ****
The rich, the poor, the movers and shakers
the blowback kings and part-time partakers
the rollers, the tokers, the bongers and such
the teenage goth stoners who've had way too much
skin up as they march while making their point
and meet up with new friends while sharing a joint.
Then down at the bay side
when the bands start to play
they'll **** in the sunshine
till the end of the day.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
This is it
The end
Single serve Apocalypse
I'm staring into the center of a future
One I can never have
My wants and dreams become alight
All that I cherish
Ash
The bite hits
Infection erupts
Tearing me down like an atom bomb
Obliterating all that I hope to be
As the light of the blowback fades
All goes dark
Blacker than the grave I may crawl from
Empty
But there's you
My light
The only thing keeping me afloat
At least until I have to fall
These final moments can be one of sorrow
Or a happiness I know will shatter
I stare into your eyes and words fail
Cowardice
So I lie
Con you
Pull you into my arms and simply pray
That you don't smell the blood
Because I know despair is coming
Marked special for you
You will share my darkness, so I'll share your
Light
A few hours
That's it
My time is quickly eroding
My mind is slowly decaying
My body will be playing catch-up
Your love soothes me, bittersweet lullabye
So I go with my friendly executioner who saves my soul
Bang
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
~for Philip Larkin~
Soundless dark of wakeful night
panic thrills the heart
and chokes the mind
with dread of dying
of lying dead -
white marble stone dead -
passed
beyond self
to nothingness
and nowhere.
Just energy burst free,
blowback
to the godless Universe
body to ashes
atoms,
and nothing more.
© M.L.Emmett
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
I braced for the sound, the inevitable blast that would deafen my ears and jolt my nerves
they came streaming out in my words
every syllable sounded like rounds from the chamber
as i released my anger
I hate who I become
when you spit your venom and load my gun
the magazine full of thoughts of discontent
shells of spite and resent
your words push your fingers to pull my trigger
itching dangerously close to setting off my uncontrollable rage
I try putting my mouth on safe
holding the rounds at bay
yet they pour out one after another
we're poison for each other
I'm sick, weak in the knees as these words continue to release each time your words pull that trigger and squeeze
the blowback nearly knocks me off my feet
I hear the distinct buzz of being too close to the boom
in the center of the room
my fingers pointing at you to blame, you're the reason I explode
I'm too weak, these words too heavy to reload
I hate who I've become
when you fill my thoughts with this ammo and turn me into this gun
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
I'm writing sideways
So I can use these lines
As a windscreen
From the blowback
From ratting
The universe out
I think we're a hernia
Erupted from some other place
A bent band
erupting in matter
of fact
I'm right
So there
Unsupposed
to be
we are
Do we live
on the friction's...
Are we...
Aye there's the rub
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
I'm bleeding
On the outside
While scarring
On the inside,
Calloused heart
Like the hands of a farmer
No longer
Finding blisters
From the need,
Every encounter
That left me
Nursing wounds
A defenseless soul
In a harsh urban world,
Trying to love
Without blowback,
But a back draft
Always waited
Behind doors
That burned
With desires
On short fuses,
A shower of sparks;
Short lived fireworks
Of temporary emotions,
To which I could only relate to
In words,
Words that couldn't hold their own
Against the fires
Of the ******
Lonely spirits
In this crowded world...
APAD13 - 151 © okpoet
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
Heart attacks, en masse
I wear a mask when I relapse-
Dumb *** The laugh track’s scratched.
Tied a knot out of my tongue, instead of the cherry stem.
It’s so sad... how when I fall apart,
It’s like I needed that; the blowback,
From a shot through the mouth into a brainstem.
The hole that starts in my nose ‘cause I snort things that erode-
The soul, and leave my bones to hold a fetal pose.
My brain recites such delicate prose,
Whispered to me by the specter of your notes.
A voice I no longer know…
Where’d you go?
My head’s a black hole.
This grey matter’s decomposed.
I’m scared to death, talking 'bout
“Ruh-rohs” and “Hell nos!”
Trying to outrun your ghost
but, I’m stuck inside smoke Os...
Scattered across the ozone,
Riddled with “I don’t knows”
I want to exorcise my heart,
But I don’t want to be alone.
-SLuR
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 1:54 PM UTC
She is more than just when she is here or when she is away
she is night in a world where it could never be day;
The force of the world, the force of the blowback when the earth would sway
Warning the burn to stay away,
Small fires on fire
burning lives on a pyre
the raven above, the condemned below
She shouldn't have whispered
she ought to know-
the ink on the page is blurry, though
a journey in its depths
A world knee-deep in thick India ink
now sunk up to its breast
And before the drowning came the will to swim
and before the fall, the flight
An eternity trapped in flesh captured in the rim
torture and prison between love and plight
And, oh, what a treacherous night,
for when the wind blows,
it blows without reach,
nor wane nor warn
to the furthest beach
Where the moons kiss the stars
closed care on opened scars
The wheels are turning in no direction
unaware that they are part of cars
So to the human; the universe
a play millions of times rehearsed
and while they speak of beings more well-versed
we bury our young in cloths and parties, cold, terse-
Terse is the judge when its judgement is
by the sun or the sky or the problem kids
What not to see is all what more to say
no use to wipe the ink away
and so the book is thrown
Jostled down the stairs and out and into the hands of people with and without care
The way the wind so shakes the shack
a brick on the bay, a structure of that
which begins and ends
with laughter and then with death to old friends
The story that lived, the story that died; the one which failed to record who had survived
The end was there on a ghastly ship
the crew amongst which floated gauntly
and though they were brave,
their souls were concave,
And the depths below them read as their new heights
New heights for souls injured in injurious fights
the plight of such was love and light,
and she was not the day, for she was the night
-n.a.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Saying
something witty
while having nothing
to say
Is like
spitting in the wind
to stay out
— of the spray
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
I thought it was written in the smoke
That extinguished all our jokes
Filling air as we both choke
On the firing line
And when it was seven until
I headed out west for the hill
And I threw up those pills
Without saying goodbye
But still I will always return
Like I want to get burned
In a love I’ve unearned
For the rest of our time
I thought it was written on the wall
That had cushioned my fall
From the blowback assault
From the one wanting you
And when I gave up on the bridge
I remembered your kiss
And I swore off that *****
As I stumbled away
May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 12:33 AM UTC
my father had a
sense of humor,
and high hopes
for his first born son.
almost named me
Short ‘n Sweet,
cause that is how
most like life.
thot about calling me,
**** You,**
cause that is what
most deserve to be told.
but he didn’t want
no blowback, so he he
stuck me with this name,
Mark Upright.
all I gotta say is this
and it’s short & sweet:
Dad, take note,
**** you,
my middle finger,
for you, see it,
marked upright.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
Snow on the mountain top nose no course of action
An inhale with nuance assures such satisfaction
While blowback will cancel one an’ alls reaction
by "ooznozz"
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC