I miss you my son
more than you know,
this heartache inside
darling daily it grows

I know what happened
to drive us apart,
I'll never stop grieving
I've made it an art

I've loved forever
and always I will,
even when my heart
is laying dead still

The little boy who hung
on each of my words,
clung to my skirt
till it was absurd

I miss every moment
that we've lost,
I miss your face
this distance has cost

a fan like a blur daisy whirls
in a bathroom clean
flourescent lights bathe
walls in curious mystery
DOORS tune.."Riders on the Storm"
wails
a mournful dirge
drawing words through
the torpid thick humidity
dusty and jarred with
tension

I watch a spider tiny crawl
on popcorn ceiling
a television growls
downstairs

dog dreams fitful
whinning kicking
legs twitching muscle
running from primal
senses

Jim sings
"yahhhhhh"

Marching,
Foots strangling every strand of grass,
Arms breaking through the wind,
Hands changed into fists,
Eye sockets only fixed on a skull,
A barricade of unseen lines demarcates each group,
Sweat creates a path on their mundane skins
And their ‘Kaki’ sucks it up and having no hope
Of getting back to their wardrobe,
For it is heading to the battle ground
With its owner,
To live,
To die
With him,
Whether he conquers,
Whether he suffers defeat,
Whether the innocent blood

A Soldier’s legacy

The silence of the enemy
who made my blood run cold
is aging me quite rapidly
yes, I am growing old

Electric blues and jungle shoes
have preyed upon my youth
and stranded me in fantasy
unrecognized by truth