I put on your girlfriend's boots after you stormed.
Tore my pictures down and broke the frames.
She shuffled for the glass. It's alright
is what I said in broken timed english
on every word
to test sobriety.
We both failed. And laughed. I believed
I could try again. To fuck a pussy. The stink
nearly forced vomit. Your ghost
belching between each and every her word.
That I care. Jump, skip, break to
hedge rows
and machine gun nests
and fifty cals and smooth bores
on tripods
behind
and tiger roar pillbox set to flat land
where everything is scene and set and orchestra.
She has very small feet. I'll drop them off later.
I'll fix the frames and buy new glass.
The war is inside your heart, not mine.
I came for the show,
but I'll stay for the after action report.
