revolver

Round
and round
in rotations
trying to find the exit
but missing it
by one
or two
spots
each time;
my escape and
your
end

Merged in an explosion
of chaos
until it's not

The hand kept spinning
until we self destructed;
Gnarled in a claw
amusing
to watch us wait
and see
the fear
on the faces
of the people we met

Happy were the aimless,
without a hammer
or grip