I am climbing
fences of media frenzies
into backdoor parties
during desecration
of the United States
without my government issued
gas mask of fear
sitting waiting
for something
anything
to sound a little right
do a little coke with the “W” ya
talk of evil do’ers
as justification
for extinction of young boys
with guns and
lost limbs
straddled over IEDs
color it with bloodshed
Crack a beer swig
tell me a story
my old Irish roots
will remember
for my children
before I go.
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Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2007
i love the continuous path of this; the falling of words and their unfolding is so sharp and clear. . .. .a modern touch with a tinge of melancholy [irish indeed]
evocative write~
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In the waning days of World War II, a man lies injured in a London hospital, shrouded in mystery and confusion. He is an American serviceman, stripped of his identity and memories, save for the name John, and plagued by vivid visions of battles that
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