XII: Poetry by Robert Beveridge & Photography by Kris.K.G, 3
He sees himself as a weapon.
His eye the scope, his bitter
thumb the trigger. From the tower
of the Catholic church he leans
into the air and picks off passersby.
The logic of his choices
eludes him. This blonde
hairdo would look pretty flecked
with pieces of bone and brain,
that pair of glasses lies wrong
against the skull. His thumb
tightens, another bullet flies.
Two or three more, he’ll
call it a day, go home, eat
cheeseburgers. Another day
where nothing happens.
Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances include Chiron Review, Rat’s Ass Review, and Riverrun, among others.
Kris.K.G is a London based photographer. His work has appeared online and in print at a variety of venues, including DPWORLD, The Horror Zine, Squish Magazine, and Slipstream Magazine. To enjoy more of Kris’ photography, be sure to visit his DeviantArt gallery, along with his personal site, Kris.K.G—Surreal Photographer.