Bomb Scare

                                                      B

o
          m
    b
 Scare

Between you

and the idea of you, 
somehow I was exploded,
dropped to the fuse-tune's insinuating 
crackle, round cartoon bomb hissing in my
ambushed hand, its heavy black sparking a spit
fire flashbang bone-blood delivery system.
 Now no one's left but the guilty survivor

clumsy in her new prosthesis, 
 the generous anarchist
 escaped by night

~January 2013

 55 imaginary splattered fragments for    the g-man

Image: Fruit, by whodgeswalker, on flick'r

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