I want to feel the cold brass metal

on my finger tips


I want to feel the immense pressure of the gun going

off the blow back of the gun on my shoulder


I want to smell gunpowder,

in the air blowing right into my face


I want to see the bright orange bird

blowing into little bits.


I want to feel the the anticipation of

myself wanting to pull the trigger earley


I want to feel the sunset

as my hands get cold..

seeing the sunsets

warmth disappearing



the love of trapshooting ,

holding the gun

feeling powerful,

erasing the feeling of being powerless

it feels priceless