Chaos Chorus #3

abnormal presence,

song of explosion,

exposure to the naked fight;

bare red skin of a warrior-soul

gnashes teeth by neon firelight,

iron and flames,

collision and claret

 

can’t compare it to anything really

only thing it’s like is itself

only thing it likes is the calamity of war

and that elusive w***e some call glory

 

watched the titan rise and roar,

soar and dive,

tear and bite,

kick and scream

 

until its dreams were just bloody orts;

worthless shreds of a peace shattered

and a love murdered,

dangling, as if crucified,

in shivering sorry claws

 

then, when the ugly vision slapped back,

the monster shrank to the size of a dirty snowball,

and rolled under a slab of granite shame

 

I hope it rests well there

 

I never want to be that beast

again

Author's Note

Palm Beach Island...at a fancy club I don't like...
James is inside drinking. I'll drive him home later.
Lastnight something changed me;
I feel different....kind of lost:

all the evil I thought I was killing
turned out to be behind my eyes
instead of in front.
unintended casualties are the real shame.
too mant stray shots to count.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Cool s**t, even though you bruised yourself pretty heavily.