smoke suffocated the room
a mix of gunpowder and tobacco
detective
detective
officer
detective
chief
photographer
officer
chief knelt down over one of the three
he skipped the first after seeing the bullet-filled-chest
then the second after not finding his head...
but finally stopped on the third. the last.
face blown off
shotgun
point blank
skin up
across
skull
brain matter
torn vision-specimens
torn jaw
pearly whites
FLASH of the camera
chief pulls a pad from his pocket
back left
and a pen from another
front left on jacket
and meets the them both to inscribe a name
the chief wrote it blindly
his vision corroded by the puffs of his cig-
[ -arette, -ar, -a-weed... ]
the first
and the puffs cleared and he checked his handwriting
tesl
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
out of gas
the horizon hot, the field tall
the ground black, sky above all
blue
the car came churning down the road
tesl at the wheel
running on EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEmpty--
click,clack
tic,tock
like a timer ready to blow
slow
down
out of gas
tesl gets out
cracked headlights
bloody hood
gun from belt
tesl knelt
along the road
in the field
waiting . . .
the ground black, sky above all
blue
the car came churning down the road
tesl at the wheel
running on EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEmpty--
click,clack
tic,tock
like a timer ready to blow
slow
down
out of gas
tesl gets out
cracked headlights
bloody hood
gun from belt
tesl knelt
along the road
in the field
waiting . . .
have a drink
the bar was hot, crowded, stirring
baker was drinking
frank was fiddling his thumbs
-what's that-
what
-what you said- baker cleared it up
well--...
well what, frank?
well, you see i had the though that this guy had to -- go...
go? he had to go? frank, sometimes i think you're a loon
it was the other guy. this guy was just some runner, probably never done nothin either
-well how the shit am i supposed to know that, james -
use your *&%$in' head
i use my head
not nearly as much as you need to...
then he patted frank and baker on the shoulders
he, in the t-shirt, he, taking off the sunglasses
tesl, frank said, haven't seen you in a God damned long time!
baker was drinking
frank was fiddling his thumbs
-what's that-
what
-what you said- baker cleared it up
well--...
well what, frank?
well, you see i had the though that this guy had to -- go...
go? he had to go? frank, sometimes i think you're a loon
it was the other guy. this guy was just some runner, probably never done nothin either
-well how the shit am i supposed to know that, james -
use your *&%$in' head
i use my head
not nearly as much as you need to...
then he patted frank and baker on the shoulders
he, in the t-shirt, he, taking off the sunglasses
tesl, frank said, haven't seen you in a God damned long time!
Friday, July 18, 2008
from the trees
from the trees came tesl, gun in hand, bullets obvious
bernard, knocked off guard, stumbled forwards, then backwards, after turning to face the trees
tesl was moving so fast he tumbled into bernard, not getting off a single decent shot
he was so excited at the top of the hill that he lost all control until the bottom of it
and out of the trees he flew
sporadically shooting
as bernard staggered underneath him and deliver a clean blow
throw his stomach
blackness
and tesl woke up, laying next to bernard who lay unconscious with a smash about his head
tesl bled
the grass red
with bernard not dead
he fired
but the gun lay empty instead
in his hand trembling
his breathe swallowing
every ounce of air thinning
bernard began to wake
the sun was hot and bright
Thursday, July 3, 2008
sodium chloride in da eyes
he threw sodium chloride in the goon's eyes, but all it concluded was a shower of lead into the warehouse. at that point his backup came in, twenty-some in number, ak's and mac's in hands, bullets in the sky. the goon fell to the floor as the chlorine dined on his visual-balls.
he -- the thrower -- then, in the one, heart-stopping motion; launched a grenade into the crowd of thugs and goons, blasting a quarter of them to pieces, blood everywhere.
"move out," sprayed the thrower spit from his mouth as goons and thugs lay across the ground floor sweating blood out of their eyeballs. the thrower and his backup moved through the warehouse spraying down thugs, while taking counter fire.
the thrower was suddenly hit hard in the knee with a bug moving faster than the speed of sound. he fell to the ground floor as his squadron moved on, chasing the very last thugs and goons until they barely caught their last breathes.
he -- the thrower -- then, in the one, heart-stopping motion; launched a grenade into the crowd of thugs and goons, blasting a quarter of them to pieces, blood everywhere.
"move out," sprayed the thrower spit from his mouth as goons and thugs lay across the ground floor sweating blood out of their eyeballs. the thrower and his backup moved through the warehouse spraying down thugs, while taking counter fire.
the thrower was suddenly hit hard in the knee with a bug moving faster than the speed of sound. he fell to the ground floor as his squadron moved on, chasing the very last thugs and goons until they barely caught their last breathes.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
random gunfight
"On the ground!"
"Hell no!"
The two opened fire in each other's directions, blazing bullets and chaos throughout the crowded hallway. Innocent civilians flew every which direction and soon covered the ground either wounded or dead.
Mr. Hell No suddenly dropped the floor while Mr. On The Ground dove for cover to reload his foot-long hand canon. At that moment in time, the ceiling came crashing down, smoke and flames, dust a grit. Pipes exploded and water and flames filled the room as the two dueling gunmen fled their battle to rescue themselves and live to fight another day...
"Hell no!"
The two opened fire in each other's directions, blazing bullets and chaos throughout the crowded hallway. Innocent civilians flew every which direction and soon covered the ground either wounded or dead.
Mr. Hell No suddenly dropped the floor while Mr. On The Ground dove for cover to reload his foot-long hand canon. At that moment in time, the ceiling came crashing down, smoke and flames, dust a grit. Pipes exploded and water and flames filled the room as the two dueling gunmen fled their battle to rescue themselves and live to fight another day...
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