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I sit on the curb at the liquor store
until 9 am when it finally serves,
wait for desperate beauty queen.
I talk smooth settle her nerves.
We share a bottle and queen bed
*** was just a lost cause at best.
I sit on the curb at the liquor store
until 9 am when it finally serves.
She wears red **** Me heels.
   your hands that woman feels,
   always swaying to her siren song.
   Go home at dawn where you belong
   with a sweet Lover of your heart.
   hold her close and never part.
Earthquake. Atom Bombs.
Commies' hungry tombs.
Homecoming once more
Dad's back home from war.
I mumble and slur
our life is just a blur
ocean over and under
love is always blunder
set me free once again
divorce my wander sin
Gomorrah and *****
burned into the calm.
When you stole my heart I was dancing.
  I was clumsy on my knees romancing.
  When I kissed splendid siren *******
  We slept and we ****** slow as beasts
  in morning and you wept. I wonder why
  the mirage gets closer **** it will die.
War's soldiers never the same
boys looking for adventure.
Rough stranger my son's name
comes home an angry warrior.
War's stench always comes home.
For my friend John Donaldson
Helicopter  Pilot from Mississippi.
It's a grand adios
taking your dose
of the morphine
softens the scene.
Visit first lover.
Your dead mother
begs your mercy
father so angry
in war's terror
a simple error
over and over
blood in clover
float in a dream
last shot unseen.
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