Unstable
Unable.
To stand up straight.
To recalibrate
And escape this state More
A Bit of Life in My Day
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The pull of the winds
The wind that rescinds
Decisions.
Made in gales.
Decisions of self centred males.
And silence drops it’s silken coat
About my shoulders
As I wrote
Upon the leaves,
Of upturned cuffs and snotty sleeves.
In schoolboy dreams
I play out the scenes,
In acts of puberty.
Then red faced and breathing deep
In teenage thought I keep.
The winds and gales
And “puppy dogs tails”
In the rag tag sail
Of the centric male.
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Agents.
Greens and reds and blues
Confuse the fields,
In which the blood congeals.
As Napalm calms.
Its fiery touch.
And rice paddys
Upon which the locals depend so much
Evaporate away.
In the swaying flames
As the war untamed
Roams free and wild.
There the abandoned child of ignorance shall walk.
While in other places
Envoys talk.