Dust and Bullets

I read something recently by Stephen Fry and he said that in his opinion most contemporary poetry was "arse drivel". He said that to ignore form and structure when writing poetry was akin to whacking a guitar and claiming to be playing chords, when it was really just noise. So here's my attempt at something with structure. It's a style known as a Blitz!

Bite the dust
Bite the bullet
Bullet through the windscreen
Bullet to the brain
Brain storming
Brain displayed in a jar
Jar in the neck
Jar full of marbles
Marbles in a ring
Marbles tripping under feet
Feet sweating in trainers
Feet bare in the ocean
Ocean of hope
Ocean of infinity
Infinity between you and I
Infinite combinations of words
Words are like insects
Words run in herds
Herds of buffalo
Herds of people rioting
Rioting as one seething body
Rioting in anger
Anger – like darkness - devours everything
Anger is a bright red cape
Cape fluttering in flight
Cape of Good Hope
Hope springs eternal
Hope is all they’ve got
Got it in one!
Got it in the eye
Eye of a needle
Eye of the storm
Storm clouds grey and gathering
Storm out of the door
Door to another dimension
Door through time and space
Space… the final frontier
Space and all of the distance in between
Between the sheets
Between you and me
Me catching a glimpse of you
Me looking the other way
Way too risky
Way too hot
Hot under the collar
Hot feverish and terrified
Terrified before the rope
Terrified of the drop
Drop
Rope.