Steve Calamars - One Poem

FTW

I hook-shot hand-grenades
at snitches crouched in the
corners of safe-houses and
armored-cars

I kick bullets like soccer balls
thru front doors and dry-wall

my fingers almost strangle
the trigger and turn the barrels
of my guns blue

pistols coughing-up lungs and shrapnel

my violence left radiating like
roman-candles and monster-trucks
rolling over police-cruisers—


Steve Calamars lives in San Antonio, TX. He has a B.A. in Philosophy and works in a grocery store. His first poetry chapbook, American Violence, will be released April 2010 from New Polish Beat. He blogs at http://dirtywordsoncleanliving.blogspot.com/