Infinite (Gargleblaster)

road

Under azure skies, they came with questions. Why?

His journey ended fast like a bullet in the middle of the road.

Poison creosote saturates me. I won’t do it with a chamber. I will look into the infinite abyss.

I will fall.

My very second Gargleblaster in response to Yeah Write’s weekly prompt: Why don’t we do it in the road?

12 thoughts on “Infinite (Gargleblaster)

  1. Meg says:

    Creosote is one of my favorite words too! I’m fascinated by the story here…I interpreted it as a suicide. Am I correct? (This is one of the things I love about poetry and about Gargleblasters…room for interpretation.)

  2. inNateJames says:

    Strong image with the bullet in the road. It made me think of a Wile E. Coyote cartoon—the bullet rips through the air until it stops dramatically and lands on the yellow line in the center of the road.

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