Caught in the battle not of my making
riding a gauntlet of ferocious malarkey
distilled chicanery in acrid vapor singe the fronts
yet in nonsensical diktat
callow romanticism cries there is a matter of the heart
who fights a hollow war loving a weapons carrier
or carries a picture of a mercenary ******
in the pay of gratuitous evil
close to heart
in reverence of candle lights and roses dreams
that which was even at mild peace days a mockery
let me walk in the fortress of reason
and man the jaunty barricades of truth
best leave in smoke screen paradigm the enemies news
when even at first stage
my hunting dogs did not bark up the erroneous shrubs
write not my dispatches from ravaged landscape
in harlequins language
the requiem a front but the dye far from cast
were truth in the mix the real heart will dare inroads
decorum-ed in atonement proffering olives
so to air sonnets in mischief and aim cupid's arrow in reverse
is but the ungainly charade of brothers in arms
in the fumes of blazing ricochet and putrid malice
to love and be loved from the other side
is a donkey's dream and a gun without a trigger
ask not why they persist in dousing the atomic sun
with a glass of water