Gunslinger

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oneiria
oneiria
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Ancient hands
lift a shot glass
to a grizzled skull

packed with scorpions
and dust.

A sudden movement at the bar
and his iron flashes,

peppering the mirror
with an April shower

of neurons and hemoglobin.

He lights a match,
and the piano player

resumes his piece,

while beneath a cool rock,
a rattlesnake

erupts from its egg.


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buttersbuttersalmost 13 years ago
i wonder

if you could scrap that entire mid-section:

A sudden movement at the bar

and his iron flashes,

peppering the mirror

with an April shower

of neurons and hemoglobin.

to leave you with:

Ancient hand

lifts a shot glass

packed with scorpions

and dust.

He lights a match,

and the piano player

resumes his piece,

while beneath a cool rock,

a rattlesnake

erupts from its egg.

or, adjust it like this (excuse the liberties i'm taking with your write, these are only suggestions):

Ancient hand

lifts a shot glass

packed with scorpions

and dust.

A sudden movement

and his iron flashes,

peppering the mirror

with neurons and hemoglobin.

He lights a match,

and the piano player

resumes his piece,

while beneath a cool rock,

a rattlesnake

erupts from its egg.

buttersbuttersalmost 13 years ago
i'm very much in two minds over this one

it's an uncomfortable (for me) mixture of the surprising and vivid with the cliché. i'm guessing it's quite intentional but i'm having problems with it.

i feel you could omit L3 altogether, as its inclusion reads just too clichéd verbosity. what i really liked, though, was your 'packed with scorpions and dust', 'of neurons and haemoglobin', and - most of all - your final image of

beneath a cool rock,

a rattlesnake

erupts from its egg.

such flavour and aridity in this write. is it aimed at the genre in general, a particular film-maker, perhaps, or an actor?

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