2024 Fall

Leave it in the air

My fear

Warn myself to be aware

Of the veneer

Of the seemingly clear

Leave me there

Ditch all the flare

But I was given no flair

To tame a bear

It lost an ear

A long blare

A long glare

At me who’s near

And dare

12th Nov. 2024

I wrote reams

Reams of slips

To you just piles

Of utter nonsense

Spearheaded in this cold war

I’m back with

A wounded Soul

Gigantic hole

Bullets shot through me

No more

Not valiant soldier

No affinity for

A purple heart

Now even your heart

Thumps for me not

Home where

And how?

Founded in a trench

Failed to stanch

Haemorrhaging