Poster child for morning coffee
she stumbles out of bed
Clutching at the thinning tee shirt
and shaking her pretty head
Where did she wind up
after the night was through
A darkened world unfamiliar
furniture all askew
She tiptoes across the carpet
and steps on cold tile
Bent and weary from the night
her mouth is full of bile
Wicked words she tosses
and mews at her silhouette
Will he keep her this time
she’ll take what she can get
A bowl of milk sits waiting
filled up to the brim
She is sorely tempted
to spend her life with him
Feeling a little better
from sleeping in a warm room
She curls up against his shoulder
and waits for love to bloom
Ticking clocks cry out
Second hand movement ceases
The heavy transport
rolled over hardened sand
carrying a precious load.
The tire blew, the transport shook,
then tumbled off the road.
Over the edge of the precipice
the boys began to fall
down to the ground below.
Flag draped coffins, seven the count,
filled the cargo row.
To finally rest
in familiar earth
fulfilling one last commitment.
Their last jump, seven souls did make,
in a star filled firmament.
Dedicated to the Seven… Iraq: Sept 10, 2007. 1st Squadron, 73rd Cavalry Regiment, 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Division, out of Fort Bragg, N.C.
When he told me he was leaving,
I cried for a while.
When he told me he was settled,
I sighed and I smiled.
When he told me he was outbound,
I worried for a time.
When they told me he was coming home,
I ached deep inside.
He went where he wanted.
He did what he felt best.
He believed he was right.
How could I protest…
Taken bare and wild
the ride consumes the rider
until spent and sore
Did it hurt when he took you
Thrust for thrust in small rooms
Dust thick on bakelite surfaces
Sealed by years of neglect
The cat on the wall wagged its tail
The speckled counter top blistered under the heat
Crocheted trivets in muted technicolor
Boxed in moments of regret
He pinned you down and hurt you
Black and white memories
Metal cups with little sweaters catching dew drops
A hole in which to hide
Sunken treasure and mermaids
Driftwood and gritty residue on white bread
Star gazing with cosmonauts and missiles
Waving goodbye to childlike dioramas
Painted solid lines
Black spaces void of purpose
Car park at sunset
Let me come to you
in the dark of night
when stars do not hide
Silently praising you
with mimed moans
mouth open and wide
Submitted to you
naked and unadorned
devoid of pride
Taken by you
rough and callous
a very good ride
When last temptation filled my hands,
they were crushed under stones of promise
seduced at the deliverance
The bite of your taste on my tongue,
filled empty and parched cheeks
sated now with sublime ignorance
You come to me with gray dreams,
and battered ghosts before my eyes
captured visions of benevolence
Leading me behind the curtain,
you stripped away my last resolve
moved by your sweet countenance
Swift was the brutal reckoning,
that you could not keep me close
lied to by my own indifference