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bowtie screamed so loud glass flaked shadows hid behind ego sirens responded singing night songs craving silence & amnesia he was replacing roses with doves verses with acts but before magicians could wave their wands proclaim abracadabra and victims fall beneath their spell someone yelled fire patrons scattered limbs & blood remained as credits rolled medics fed him poppy milk to eazzzzz him down the road precious moments before screech of silence would eclipse prison and hell become home sweet home if only he had listened to his crack head brother who told him the battle was at home and iraq ain't no movie _____________________________________________ Copyright © 2008 by F. Geoffrey Johnson All rights reserved First published in Java Monkey Speaks: A Poetry Anthology, Vol. 4. 2011 |
