He was nothing to me
If only an object of disdain
Needy
Greedy
But gentle too
Loving and lying oozed
Like bloodied battle wounds
Lost and longing for something unknown
Overt Camouflage among verticals among verticals
Very strange indeed
He spoke of Lions, Liaisons
Was bitter and cynical
dishonored, mocked, Violating
Yet laughing all the time
Barriers extending beyond language
Still I never cared to ask
Why did he hurt so badly?
I guess it doesn’t matter now
I’m sorry too
Uzi Submachine Gun
If peace is what you’re after
At last I hope you’ll rest