Jar Head
The Gulf War
Jar Head
Jake Gylenhall
portraited by a
dessert tan
devoid stillness.
His back muscles
seductively distracting
from the insanity of
a trained boredom
riddled man
repeating routine in a
white washed
un-colored withered
wilderness.
Brilliance only
offered at dusk
in a deliriously
daring flamed sunset
that is followed
by a brilliant blue.
Days dated by an
orb that pointedly
drops his eyes into
the pitch of true chaosed
confusion and
insecurity.
Asking
questions about
purpose that he
wouldn't dare say
outloud.
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