Phour Phools Phour Fhites

A FLAG AND A *** BUT DON’T ASK DON’T TELL curls of twisted smoke The wisp of a whisper in a woman’s breath Chest rising, falling and once gain rising But none of this is a surprise come to rise She was Phoenix risen from cigarette, cigar and weed ashes…….. You pondered, I wondered if, at the end the end was always the answer to how we should end A woman who wove wonder with her will And the sight of her flaxen and silken flesh The wisp of a whisper in her sigh of neon flashes And I ain’t got no defense when she flickers her eye-lashes Or dashes to my side to say “Hi honey, how was your day? But she was a fraud And a liar who could not be ignored While both grew ever bored How was my god-damned day you ask? He responds loudly and curtly that his day was akin to decalcifying human waste His yesterday brought nothing new Tomorrow too Except that his brother Billy became a radical for the Jihad He left for Iraq because he wove his ragged flag heaven high As brother fought brother in the name of two Gods Actually he calculated the odds, Did a little adding and subtracting for to arise at the sum of phi So why he secreted himself into the smoke and the whispered wisp of her sigh which is no longer his Not his and that’s why he chose to die And there are tens of thousand soldiers willing to die because they don’t know why, but Hitler ordered them to do it And what are we going to do with that new gay lieutenant? Don’t ask, don’t tell And even the Chief Of Command must confess We’re leaving behind one un-earthly mess © 2011.….phreepoetree