BLITZKRIEG MOMENTS
WITH MILITARY
PRECISION
SLAM MY HEAD
INTO THE SUN
CRIMSON FEELINGS
ADORN MY SLEEPLESS
FORM
AS IT WANDERS THE
HALLS OF INJUSTICE
SNAPDRAGON TONGUES
LICK MY WOUNDS
AND POUR ON
THE SALT
WITH A SMILE
FOR GOOD MEASURE
I AIN'T NOBODY'S
DREAMBOAT BABY
NOT LIKELY
I'M A SPUTTERING
REJECT
FROM THE 60'S
RUNNING AT
GLASS WALLS ON
A SUICIDE MISSION
FOR HELM'S BAKERY
AND ALL YOU CAN'T EAT
JACKSON POLLOCK
CAFETERIA STYLE
TODAY'S SPECIAL
SYLVIA PLATH
ON RICE
LET IT BLEED BOYS
THE COLOR RED
LOOKS GOOD
ON THE
INVISIBLE MAN
AIN'T NO HIGHER CALLING
THAN THE
END RESULT OF
A BAD BEGINNING
WE CAN'T ALL LOSE
SOMEBODY'S GOT
TO WIN
NO MATTER
HOW PAINFUL
IT IS
Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009
Oh the words you speak remind of the many places I have been , perhaps we were neighbors in the halls of injustice...I find your poetry to contain the style of a "Hero" who is always unsung. I thank you for reminding me that as doom filled as our times have been there is still the hope of rising above it, and becoming the hand of hope that so often was withdrawn with disgust from those who could never know or understand the terror of walking alone in a crowd .
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful comment and I thank you mightily for it.
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