Best Memorial
To Past Wars Is to Make War
A Memory Past

As the song of the crickets greets the night,
a gentle breeze caresses the land
and leaves rustle on trees under moonlight
while a lovers' kiss blooms in romance.

You know I'm there that pushed aside stray,
I'm society's forsaken castaway.
We're nobody's somebody, suffering with a secret tear,
In a world that wasn't made to be fair,
where are those that truly care.

I'm the frightened child crying myself to sleep when daddy has beaten me,
I'm your neighbor living in wretched poverty.
I'm a starving baby dying in a mothers arms,
while you go about buying your daily charms.

mortician of love
works tool intricate
lips parted
Undercut hair
dove albino light
suns slow swerve
over arcs orbit
eye brow
shadows tint
luminous
blue
Ominous
crypt chic
tactile text

arm straight
spine stretch
feed ramp
p238

her Daddy drove
Ducati Scrambler
remembers Red
Wenol on rebuilds

extractor
firing pin
plate
all back in

Come any time
don't even cell me
I am ever ready
but when you are here
don't convey the
Freedom
you will enjoy
I promise it to you
O BOY!

Come along
but alone
quietly
don't let any one
follow thee
maintain my
secrecy
promise me...

The clock hands rotate
Inexorable as Fate
Early turning Late

I could feel Death,
or I could feel someone
in Death's stead
in a desert,
or in my backyard,

But it was hot,
the grass was gone
and everything was sizzling,
and the insects angrily buzzed their vengeance.

So I went back to the house,
I went back, I'll be honest
to I don't know where.
I went back to a building,
or a tent,
I didn't see
to get some bleach,
to futilely start killing them,
these unseen menaces.
This unseen menace, Death.

tusk trunk cedars
wave green cover
on liquid sky
lili pad exclamation
dangling dragonfly
darts between
watery heaven
and storm approach
hell above

TV plays blue static
white fuzz sparkler
hisses its crunchy
hush

the deer head above
the wide window
stares blank
wet eye
long lashed
brilliant flash
then a minute
later it feels
the impact of
thunder like
a mortar
landing distant
Detonations
too shiver too

There is a time for every thing
Youth for experimenting
Teens for sexing
Mid age for marriage
Old age for carriage
of those who still seem to be
a burden
but cannot be abandoned

Then you take their place
others come to see you face
and
call you all mirrors of time
times you once did trace
they will now pace

We need to be free
To agree or disagree
Confident to see
All angles to each story
Not to fight or flee
To stand our ground openly
Firm but fair as family