[bought A Plastic Six Shooter At The Dollar Store] Poem by Aaron Eliad

bought a plastic six shooter at the dollar store.
disposable. flammable. contraceptive
killing time by zones of juniper days
that hold me over the barrel of your gun.
says. 'that's good. Now tw&st&Sh&ut.'
Force sweet water into me,
and your results become nothing. Force
your iron hooking that I can't breathe
bloodstreams as constant sources of protein,
codeine, methamphetamine oozing down
your silver throat in a haze of the golden days
rebelling you towards toxic summers.
warning that
ballistics is going to have one hell of a time.
Shock troops blaze guns and monotone masks,
melotone covers,
two-tone colors that linger away.
Rocking the cradle of lover
after several rounds
humping
through ghetto blasters in helecopters. Making
all the horrible noises of a silence on the way.
Notes of a last meal.
Eating before he goes to sleep.