FIELD STRIPPING
By James Strauss
What does it take to try to stay sane,
Living a culture where life’s a pain,
I work at assembly of my trip,
Like the Colt I often field strip.
Only eight pieces counting the clip,
Taking apart my heart does a blip,
Boxes of ammo never to load,
But feel better on easing down this road.
Twists and turns no danger just fright,
Am I afraid or just not that bright?
No threats just fearing my own self-doubt,
Am I the one to be hurt or am I the lout?
Poetry contains everything outside,
Revealing such things I’d rather hide.
Wanting to call out into the wild,
But worried to be thought simply a child.
I put words down my format so strange,
A child could do better too late to change.
Rhyming is something I’ve never tried,
Like the giant sailing in Princess Bride.
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As I read this I became distracted by counting all the parts as I Field Strip my own .45 in my head. But field stripping your emotions and reassembling I imagine is much more difficult. Thanks for bringing us along with you as you try not to lose a spring or two on the floor
Thanks Joel for the comment, as poetry is a different medium entirely than the writing of Cowardly Lion.
I never know what anybody is going to think. I am never nervous about publishing my writing except for the poetry. Poetry is intensely personal.
Thanks and Semper fi,
Jim
As difficult as it seems, the poem covers both sides of doubt and fear equal !
Thanks a lot Don. Funny how poems seem to have a theme and direction all of their own once set loose….
Semper fi,
Jim
Not 1 saved round??
Dear Colonel ‘Suicide is Painless) Homan. I presume that was your humorous response to this
poem?
Semper fi,
Your friend
Jim
groovy man
God, but we are dated by our language Rich! Thanks for your version of a compliment, however.
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim