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?
Thain in Vain 
Interesting parallel between past and the future!
Thanks!! It sure is fun writing these gargleblasters!
The shift in perspective and time was intriguing.
Thanks!
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.)
Yes, that was the idea! It has nothing to do with me. I was inspired by the movie Purple Rain which was on in the background.
Aha! Do I win a prize? 🙂 Nice work, my friend.
Your prize is a VHS tape of Purple Rain!!
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.
I, too, like the word creosote. I also love your second line!
Intense and kind of mysterious. Great imagery. And I love that you used creosote – that’s one of my favourite words! 🙂
Thanks and me too re: creosote!