Around this time of day, a blank
conceptual space engulfs my whole
truth I swore to tell without sweetening,
the innocense of St. Paddy's day, no pinch,
I got a dollar pinned to my collar, green back out.
And I got this mean as a junkyard dog, sneer, I am
Mad as Hell and I ain't gonna cry out loud no more,
see, what I remember is learning late in life, truths
about Dennis Conti, who is one Bacon away from me,
on thousands of post Vietnam threads, every Mar. 17,
when the hungry ghosts from My Khe and My Lai,
seem to thank me when I say I remember how it happened.
But that was just yesterday, 58 years ago. Now, I recall
the day before I landed in Bien Hoa, and marked off Day one.
Forever linked to the truth's history holds regarding worth of war.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:12 PM UTC
Around this time of day, a blank
conceptual space engulfs my whole
truth I swore to tell without sweetening,
the innocense of St. Paddy's day, no pinch,
I got a dollar pinned to my collar, green back out.
And I got this mean as a junkyard dog, sneer, I am
Mad as Hell and I ain't gonna cry out loud no more,
see, what I remember is learning late in life, truths
about Dennis Conti, who is one Bacon away from me,
on thousands of post Vietnam threads, every Mar. 17,
when the hungry ghosts from My Khe and My Lai,
seem to thank me when I say I remember how it happened.
But that was just yesterday, 58 years ago. Now, I recall
the day before I landed in Bien Hoa, and marked off Day one.
Forever linked to the truth's history holds regarding worth of war.
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