Transcendental Sonnet #346:
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
(For Soldiers and For Silke in Solidarity)

Are holidays red on my calendar
Because they are days of pain
And written in red to remind me where
It's going to ache again?

My generation was in the jungle
The next generation in the desert
Both fucked-over in the same damned bungle
We both soon learned that life was meant to hurt

When everybody's happy it mocks you
They aren't happy either but they just lie
When the calendar lies red it's not true
That it's a holy day just time to die

Written in red baby written in red
Want to check out baby better off dead

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIV

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