Monthly Archives: August 2012

Conflict or Maturity

 

My ego is looking for your form,

 

While I struggle to see your essence.

 

Charlemagne

He walked around the house

With a piece of cereal stuck to his chin.

His glasses were smeared with a cloudy substance,

And had a band-aid covering one of the nose rests.

His fly was half unzipped and part of his shirt tail

Was hanging out of his zipper.

He told us again and again of the basketball games

Played in the former theatre with columns.

A player had to avoid the columns as he ran down the court.

And could do anything to inflict harm on another player

As long as he used his non-ball playing arm.

We had to sit through his story

About tagging the guy out at home

And how they won the championship.

We thought there was something wrong with him.

But we discovered there was something wrong with us.

The War Disease

 

Shell shock – WW I

Battle fatigue – WW II

Soldier’s heart — Korea

Got fucked up — Vietnam

Post traumatic stress disorder — Iraq

Post traumatic stress injury — Afghanistan

She Ain’t Coming

 

You can wait there as long as you want

But she ain’t coming.

You can pace back and forth.

But she ain’t coming.

You can look at your watch a million times,

But she ain’t coming.

You can try to reach her by phone,

But she won’t answer.

You can send a hundred text messages,

But your phone ain’t gonna chime.