the big kablooie

in the silence of the noisy night
the clock ticking tickathon
the breath ran short, ran out
and in a moment of insensible sense numbing lightlessness
the grenade fell, and the dam broke
and it was blinding light before dawn

the hands went to the shell shocked mouth
words spilled out of splintered shells
and the casualty was that conscious heart
red-bled into the cobwebbed alley
the carpet of the whiskey coloured thread spun round and round
the camouflage served not the wearer
gun slung on the broken bones
and casts and cast in stone mingle
some kind soul went looking for the healing potion
convinced it would bring on utopian stupor
yet the truth
it was clear as day
obvious too, that war was over...no skirmish even
winner takes it all, loser has to fall

just a bit

just a little broken
just a little crooked
just a bit of bitter in the evening cup of tea
just that pinch of salt too much with the tequila, by the sea
just that one flash of wry-oh so dry grins
just a touch of almost fallen fear
but its relieved-belief, its not tears
just a bit of lemony-melody time, a swig or two,and a few mattress jumping sprees
just so, just right again, we shall see....

en-trenched musings of the scholarly- scared soldier

so changes are in order
congratulations maybe not
its too late, says, one side...the other...you childishly optimistic dreamer..but oh so sweet tongued, suspected but tempting,tempting liar
but never say never forever
come on just pull the damned trigger
and alice will fall, and the rabbit will run
and mad hatter shall look in the eye the midday sun
the eyes will follow, and self be seen
need to adjust the blotted screen
was that the gunfire sounding sound of trials?
the soldier read the map, but boy, did it it read all wrong
the clock ticks, so precious every hour
its time..has been,for long,forlon....
so july rush and charge,skirmish no more, lists and all
collect the dues of last spring, summer and fall
winter was, still is and likely to not give up...cloudy with chance of waterfalls..
ammunition- faulty
motivation- check
direction- check
desperation- check
support- negligible
need- plenty
time - short supply
so hike ahead, take the trek, the cautious tread
this time ultimatum
henceforth pity gives in to fear,real battles fairy dust
the talisman broken, lifeboat rocks....swimming is the only way to the shore
henceforth the words no longer dark deep windows
shelves more like it,tracks and fishing tackle
the ship shall sail, and sink it wont
this time its different
this time its war...

- inging it

Blinding and binding in kindness and minding
losing and finding and losing yet again in finding
in knowings and musings , of unwilling pretending
of hating and waiting and loooking without seeing
amusing and abusing all in the same renderings
in mingling and singings, that give rise to tinglings
meandering in windings, of unfinished tidings
of tryings and askings while un-feeling felt feelings
in sighings and laughings and giggling away cryings
in lightings and darkenings and bad bad timing
and beginnings and bendings with endings in
softly sweetly killings