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When The ZZZZZZZZZ's Become Elusive.

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It's late,
I'm weary,
words are woozy,
s ta g
ge--

--ring
all over the
curlicues

of my mind.


I am hanging
by a noose of

my own making
in my poet-tree
kicking at

the props,
begging the

blissful black,
but I can't sleep.

So I tap tap tap
like a bad faucet
on the alpha-bets

before me
each a gamble
in my present state,
spinning

the reals
and getting nothing
but empty slots.

I am bleeding emotions,
and the only band-aid
is thousands

of miles away,
But there are

so many other
lives in much deeper
tribulation then I.

I ponder the

five parents
of the kids

shot to death
yesterday at that
University in Illinois,
and what that call
must have

been like....


"We're sorry Mrs. __________

but your daughter
was killed today

in a lecture hall."
arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhghhhhhhhhhhhhh!


"God, please grant me

the power to know

when these

whackos are going

to reek mayhem

on student bodies,
so I can use all of my

sharpshooting

Marine corps training
to blow their

fucking heads off.
before they can hurt

so many at one time,
in their warped methods

of hurting themselves

permanently.
Amen


I suppose

I should
answer my

pillows calling,
and just dream,
but it's the waking

that wounds,
and so I rest my case,
taking my stanzas
to the world.


Then I'll go to find
solace in the

boob tube,
a highly

sophisticated

youtube,
and maybe

when the
sign off pattern

eventually
comes on,

I will............

©-MFB III

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