I never by chance, only by graces, bled dry and frightened. I never believed you; I knew you were a fool, too much to get close. And born to boogie, And born to silence, many were smug. Many issues, tissues rift, do or die, a language they heard of. I never complained, faced by a monster, we learned to giggle, to chug, such pure dysfunction. “What was God’s name?” To improvise, to guess it’s Jesus, to chuckle and drool. Bent on liquor, spatial like ghosts, so torn before the art bent. Way too major, and we slow the pace, a jingle made of gold. (Something in us desires deaths; to be on edge, to feel and fret existence; like living was a big deal.) Many gave God his ghosts, if to break free, like living was impossible. I never surrendered faith, I surrendered life, like going home was easy. I consider the we-ness of my penalty, lost to midnight, like a mad ass epiphany. So related, so broken, trailing and trekking like a warrior. And I see an Old Country, many harsh opinions, to hate the soul of survival. What have I done it for, alienated to religion, looking death in the eyes? So intimate, Soldier, deaf and dumb, Soldier, living and alive, Soldier. I remember, I never would, I never did, and headed to the great nap.
