War
Is Like
Water and Whiskey

Changing men
Every shot
Altering consciousness

The more
Shots one takes
The stronger the drink

War
Take a shot
Whiskey
Take another

And I wander
How many
People in bars
Are still
Waging war
In their minds

Poets do not work everyday
They write continually
But
To a poet
Antagonizing over paper
And word is life
And the words never cease!
Poets take obscurity
And slam it into reality
Like a ****
Simply
Growing out of the sidewalk
Is not just a ****
But a metaphor
It is almost maddening!
A love hate relationship
As cliche as they come
But poets carry on
And find hilarity in madness
And truth
When there is not much else

The wind is whispering
Much like the ideas
In between these lines of poetry
And there is no such thing as sleep
As the Sandman steals dreams
Leaving a crumb trail of thoughts
Throughout ones head
Opening up space
To figure out how things
Should be interpreted