pieces speak easy with jaded perspective
success is not garnered by flunking electives
but still working...
"Notes From the Tent Where The Vets Live"
she still comes to see me, she breaks down then smiles
another inch taller, then gone a long while.
the blood rushed my face and it left my arms numb
dropped the bic and the pennies
and spilled all the rum
dropped myself to one knee and i prayed to the rain
to spare them and not me; i'm to drown with their pain
and choke on their anger and spit out their fear...
then i'll sink into slumber 'til she comes back next year