word shots

gun shots in my head
lead against my skull
bouncing off like rubber pellets
going pop-a-pop pop

make it pieces of glass
like splinters in my head
going off like a shrapnel
click-a-click clock clock

tommy guns and revovlers
lethal and omnipresent
in perfect harmony
going rat-a-tat tat

if only words were weapons
they would feel good
but that again is a cheap substitution
for a weapon so good....