I saw a friend there. From McClellan. We staged the trucks Machine guns And bullets. We rode out hungry and cold. Muddy roads and snow.
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The problem with life is you think it should have meaning. So you grow up and work hard to get into college, to get a job, to get married, to have babies to have meaning. But the thing is, there is no meaning. They buried their dead in tombs of stone because they believed we […]
I was once trapped in a room with a navy wannabe who wanted to know how I cleaned myself after shooting a motherfucker. I kept quiet. And he went away with noise and anger. I have been hit. I have been bitten. But always I have never.
For so long I have wanted peace. In the green hills of Washington covered by weeping trees. I walk amongst them confessing my sins. They listen they do not forgive.
And then we missed retreat. While stacking footlockers And breaking in. Because the babies were up And housing wouldn’t be in until Reveille.
He’s losing his teeth one by one. And then all at once.
A woman lives in this park at the edge of town. She screams at the trees. She eats at the mission. She charges her phone at the library. She steals vodka from the liquor store. And at night she fights sleep, terrified of her dreams.
Miles and miles of turbines day and night harvesting the wind tearing at the sky. All these towns now filled with ghosts but the lights must stay on until the bitter end.
Bright lights, black lights. Smell the same. Sitting here in the bright dark putting his last twenty into a g-string or a slot machine. Hoping somehow he can win a different life.
The street light blinking out a warning in Morse code A late November storm turning Nebraska dirt to Kosovo mud Are not signs of better things to come.