devouring a star…

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an old friend
with holes
in his existence
places of lost dreams
like a star pulled
from the heavens
now a place
without
hope’s light
consumed by
the dark matter
of war
leaving
the unseen agony
of a truth
unspeakable
for war
with all its promises
of
freedom
leaves only
the smell
of burning flesh
and
more
dark matter

vermont avenue bar and grill…

honey
have you lost your mind
or something
this ain’t no place
for a pretty little thang
like you
did you come in here
  to drown your sorrows
  someone break your heart
well child
the only thing
you’re gonna find in here
is the hard taste of reality
look around you
yes i know
it’s dark in here
so let me point out a few things
see over there in the dark corner of truth
the one without legs
that’s mr. posttraumatic stress disorder himself
and he ain’t talking on no iphone
he’s talking to a dead man
his best high school friend
seems they went to‘nam together
and one of those bamboo trap things
took off most of his friend’s head
fellow died in his arms
been drinking hard ever since
and i hear he does a little weed on the side
but you wouldn’t know ’bout things like that
now would hon’
want a mint
over there is jamal
filling the air
with his acidic breath
was a die-hard liberal
note i said
was
two weeks ago
skin heads on your hilltop campus
beat the shit out of him
now all he talks about
is jihad against the man
see the old fart at the bar
nursing his whiskey
like recalling a lover’s kiss
that’s
the sergeant major
we call him that cuz’
he’s always talking ’bout
the war across the pond
to end all wars
actually honey
all he did was peel potatoes
and do latrine duty
i could go on
but i got to get to work
i’m the entertainment
see the pole over there
so
unless you want to join me
i would suggest that you walk into the light
stare into the bright sunshine of ignorance
and follow the preprogrammed voice of the church
and get your sorry little ass out of here
cuz you ain’t ready for the truth