Heavy Medal Addiction
Uncle soldier Sammie
is too flashback far Saigon
The bad memory withdrawals
are too ganja gun smoke strong
So he pumps up the blame volume,
saying who’s dirty napalm wrong
He’s got a shaky second and third finger condition,
a LSD (long standing delusion) induced affliction
So spaced out on
psychedelic visions of
democracy victory
It triggers poppy field decisions,
harvesting killing yields of foreigner derision
And the mushroom drum sounds,
from the Band of Brothers’ drone bong,
bangs out “Dogs of War”
Howling in the collateral fallout air, forevermore
Heavy medal addiction is a death blow score
Uncle soldier Sammie is a military basket case
in denial retreat
Accused of tour-of-duty dereliction
Suffering dishonorably from a
PSTD defeat affliction
The mine-trippy, Private Dyan head space
has EVAC landed in a heroin casket place
Platoon power puff disgraced
has a pompous, overdose face
A light brigade of reinforcements
witness the guilt heavy medal addiction
As calvary-came-too-late, doctored ambitions
belay any battlefield truthful admission
Uncle soldier Sammie has horrible dreams
of wounded pride Rambos’
giving way to hasty withdrawals
Shrapnel images betrayed by rancor rice bowl jowls
Armistice impossible,
cache cartel condoned
Crack-ed peace pipe got IED blown
More Flanders field flowers
blowing crimson petals
to destinations unknown
Triage tears dampens the runway moans,
and the mental escape hatch
has shut safely on it’s crystal meth own
Uncle soldier Sammie
self-medicates
the missing limb pain that has grown
over the daze and years for so long
Always seeing ghastly apparitions of Cambodia —
fearful flashbacks, so far sigh gone
And the hallucinatory ghosts of Vietnam
don’t give a bog-of-war damn
08-20-21
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2021
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