Yeah. Me and my buddies--
the whole brigade-- it wasn't just a skirmish--
playing hide-and-seek with insurgents. Ripping
buildings apart with crowbars. Watching rats
run from the light.
Oh, the pinkie?-- no, not an IED,
it was a... chemical burn.
Yeah.
All I have to show for two tours as
an urban exterminator.
--yet more word salad
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
How I Lost my Pinkie
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free verse,
poetry,
wordpower
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Up on the rooftops
Watching as the tangos dance
In fields of fire...
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