Dont ask him about the war As she is the ever falling bombshell he bore witness to He remembers each firefight he was ever in From when he first picked up a rifle at sixteen and set his sights on brown eyes He took his first life, and lost his first friend, at 18 Alone at a bar, or in a journal, he recalls it Standing solemn with heads drunk and spines standing firing line still Gattling gun tongues firing round after round Four letter clips burst through armor-plated rib cages Pent up feelings are used better for target practice Teeth begin breaking from biting down on themselves Pulling the pin on the things better left unsaid and then Heaving balls of metal and contempt that tear confidence like shrapnel They tried of course using nursed lungs fixed with gauze and I didnt mean that to stop the bleeding It is easier to catch a bullet than to catch your breath Catch your words, catch yourself with a finger on the trigger of regret Intentions still echo like the gunshot in her voice Syllables keep exploding overhead in wartime air Necks snap and knees crack under the pressure of goodbye And their white flags waved like things no one meant to say The empty casings of exhausted shells could be found scattered among sheets and blankets of foreign lands Discarded to the couch or another awkward smelling apartment or awkward set of lips Sunrise ambushes the unsuspecting soldier in the morning through curtains thrown open on loneliness Shot after shot left vision shell shocked and awed to the point he forgets her name As well as every nameless dark haired girl he wakes up They are the land mines of his post traumatic love disorder He knows all that is left now is an unmarked grave on what once was Later when he explains the war to their mutual friends back home, hell speak from the perspective of a man who must answer for every shot he took Some will support, others will protest, yet neither had to fight When he picks up his weapon and begins to write He is cleaning sweat, gunpowder, and her face from his memory Hes reloading another clip He fears conflict is never to distant Nor is she
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 07:43:32 +0000
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