Thursday, August 23, 2018

Monday, August 20, 2018

Friday, March 2, 2018

Far From Home


The only things these eyes do see
are white walls and desert sand,
and the question lingers: of which one
is worse, and the resolution settles on
both.

Then I think about Turner,
about the tourniquet he wore...
I think about how “the lord” saved him,
and how I had failed him,
and then I really think... about “the lord”,
and try to ask him about the great men,
brave men, who were blown to bits
on a battlefield far from home,
left in foreign sands to die alone,
and the only thing I receive is silence.
And then I punch that god damn white wall,
until the only thing that remains,
is bloodied desert sand.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Sorry


I didn't think I'd feel any pity,
but all I could think about
was the half-drank cup of coffee
that you thought you would return to,
and pity smiled and danced with me.

- m.j.m