there is no grace under fire

external stimuli cutting my mind

stunting thought process

the bombs of soul destruction exploding

leaving shrapnel impaled in my grey matter

secret meetings drawing strategy in walls of green paint

words sneaking under the door ringing clear and clean






left for dead


the rancid hostility seeping

into the heart by osmosis

traveling through me

on waves of platelets serum

as the anger fades misunderstanding revealed

a civil suit pursued for war crimes past and present

there is no escape

i can’t slip out the back, jack

peace and joy

a wonderful topping for cheesecake

but sometimes you just can’t get rid of the crazies





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