take the hill
the man with the whistle
hollers, up and over
i can't remember
my mother's face
and the photo
my wife gave
is tattered to shreds
a bayonet stabs
my brother to my left
bleeding, crying out for god
clammy hands
clasping my rifle, muttering prayers
shells drop like the most
magnificent rainfall
gas creeping
like fog hanging
in humid air

mastodons roaming
birds tweeting
discordant
kings
in a coinbase
fixing the 22nd century
for feudalism
meta minded
immoral
and then there's the real problems

to keep sane
huffing
the war breaking out
outside
this paper bag
my thoughts
muffler
stifle and catch in my throat
choke
the cause age old
playing
synth in my ear
seethe
carpe diem
and rage into the night

i remember
you blowing me off
and acting as if nothing happened
and then not talking for a week
and acting like nothing happened

no, i care
but i have to end this
and thoughts of you
because
it's not a love you wish to pursue

i'm glad
i got to see you light up
and smile
even if it was brief