Hover

[~K]

I float in
& out & I
break my smile
against your
grim determination
A fortune of excuses
swallows all that's
left of pride
& purpose
It is enough to
close the day
on hope
once & for all
the scar reopens
A farce to wield
in midnight hours
deceptions
crash course
in the layers of
survival
you pass with
flying colors or
not
at all
And I float up
& out & break
my tears
against your
laughter

[jimboloco]

it was late in the American War
the silence belied all that had gone down before
vast empty spaces hovered in the wind
the scarred landscape left echoes in my soul

[~K]

Echos continued
to scar the landscape
long after everyone
had gone home.

[jimboloco]

one smile broken
treasure of avoidance
buried deep in aimlessness
let it goooo
eviscerated
i told them "It"s a farce"
coming home
i was there thirtyfive years ago
thirtyfifth anniversary
many vets have died
my best friend on a sunday morning
woke up dead age fifty
and he knew it was coming and let it happen
man
he kicked in doors in an khe
rifle pointed in
posed for the cameras
met him as i was driving to see dr spockspeak
he was hitching there
fatigues and VVAW buttons
1972 summertime new england
i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum om
perched on your shoulder i am,
sqwack, squock, skwok!
polly wanna cracker!

[~K]

polly always wants more
than a cracker and smiles
are never broken without
ample preperation.

The surgen grins
her bills are paid &

life will go on
with or with out her.

[jimboloco]

I'll take Polly over the surgeon
even if she did pay my bills.
At least Polly is friendly.
The surgeon's jowls are sutured up and back,
it's Howdy Doody time!
You ain't no puppet on my string,
it ain't my thing.