On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun...
Polka dots of green
cascading down a celestial sphere...
You are told this is how a young man
finds honor, that to die for one's country...
As a marine we are taught not to fear death.
To go through pain with obedience and discipline...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...
~~~~~~~o~
atlantis ahead...
Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room...
Relict of a union
Formerly united...
Marching on Congress
Confirmed a widely held view...
Come grab yourself a bollard boy
And I'll spin you a dit...
Stillness, akin to time immemorial,
A character of the past, a deplorable...
A blackened tongue
a wisp of smoke...