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
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