The Laugh

Augustus

I laugh safely at a distance as he slips.

His  smile up close spoke retribution barely cracking  his lips.

I say I'm sorry you fell.

He says get ready for hell.

I meant no harm.

His blade creased my arm.

 

I ran–

He slammed–

A round in the chamber.

The sound would linger.

The store window smashed beside me

As I whizzed past behind me–

 

A ricochet

Whispered you'll die today.

I tripped and fell.

The world turned a carousel.

He stood over me

Laughing at my terror,

My last fatal error.

 

Motioning the tip of the gun–

Run along kid. I'm done.

Just having a little fun.

 

 

Augustus / Folsom, LA / January 2017

  • Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 13th, 2017 12:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just sitting in front the fireplace with a cup of coffee and a little Bailey's. We feel safe laughing at a distance at the suffering of others.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • WriteBeLight

    Yikes! I was on the edge of my seat. Very descriptive. The Bailey's and coffee sounds great and warming by the fire. 🙂

    • Augustus

      Thanks WBL. Wrote this during that cold snap last week before I left town.

    • Christina8

      Great poem! Very entertaining! I agree, the Baileys and coffee does sound great by the fire.--Christina

      • Augustus

        Thanks Christina.

      • Tony36

        Great write

        • Augustus

          Thanks Tony.

          • Tony36

            Welcome

          • rrodriguez

            I enjoyed your poem Augustus. It reminded me of my times in the snow in NYC. and also of the joyful pranks we played on others. Thanks

            • Augustus

              Fortunately I only visited the snow areas. Thanks for commenting.

              • rrodriguez

                Hey, I wrote a poem that has only two lines. I ended it with something lost (life). Please read it and give me your opinion.

                In the Fort Lauderdale Airport

                The apparition of this monster in the crowd;
                Pop, pop, pounding feet, many screams, death ensued...

                • Augustus

                  That certainly is fitting. Pop, pop is what the survivors heard. There was death and the sound of running feet. What an awful day for Fort Lauderdale.

                • Fay Slimm.

                  A description of terror known well today by many - a scary but powerful read.

                  • Augustus

                    Thanks so much Fay for reading and the kind remarks.

                  • ron parrish aka wordman

                    wow,that was a heck of a note

                    • Augustus

                      Thanks wordman.

                    • neharocks

                      I felt cold . Its really chilly perfectly fine poem. I loved it. Keep it e



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