Java Monkey Speaks: A Poetry Anthology, Vol. 4, (2011)

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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
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Copyright © 2008 by F. Geoffrey Johnson   All rights reserved
First published in Java Monkey Speaks: A Poetry Anthology, Vol. 4. 2011