Pt.2
Still sit
Here wondering
About all the wondrous women I could
Run away with for the night safe &
Trust hidden away & some taken with
Spirit away & curl up warm & wet
For sweet salvation
Sweet and lovely safe
Warm
Fun & silly passionate & waking
Never-ending, enveloping twisting
Rolling touching
Finding
Gun ships. War. God’s own commandoes
Shoot selves in backs of helicopters
There’s a first time to fire a gun for each guy
Spill beans ‘n guts from army ration tins
Collected on memorabilia walls
Along with bayonets & helmets, cartridges of
Pain despair fear glory & irony. Wrong
Would I if right now a woman
Should come along
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