Best Ballistic Poems
How to make the deadly seem less murderous,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV...
Acronyms make the fatal commonplace,
Eviscerate the emotion, like machine code,
Surgically remove the humanity...
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF...
Pretty soon nothing will be real,
And fear will be devoured by letters,
We will smile by the bonfires...
CJD, FAM, ME,
CJD, FAM, ME,
CJD, FAM, ME.
Alphabetic fragments of bite-sized tragedy,
Easy to swallow?
Or maybe not...
FSD, USA - FU!
what breach of faith
has time wrought?
like cannonballs
through ramparts and walls
each day bores on,
unflinchingly through page after page
of sickening drivel.
the sun contentedly wallowing
in its yellow sty turns over
without a snort.
at day's end it seeks other fields
to root and hog.
(undated 1979)
Speaking for myself,
at my WinWin best,
My ideal learning life classroom
is outside
in mountain sage
and pine
and birch forests
overlooking a considerably more Pacific Ocean,
Relieved of burdens for future
climate pathology.
Necessary and sufficient
for this WinWin day,
this breath,
this leisurely walk without undue weight,
And perhaps another
after sufficient rest
from LoseLose unrest.
Where I am OK
not to get perfect WinWin scores
if right and left midway
merge away
from LoseLose
intercontinental
and interpersonal ballistic trends.
Flight by Terence Cummings-Smith,
I ride the path ballistic,
in a screaming, scorching arc.
From perigee in flaming hell
to apogee far beyond Arcturus.
Neutrons and tachyons spray,
from magnetic nozzles.
Through burning twisting vortex,
of syncopated space and time.
Reality compresses into pinpoint ultraviolet before,
Mote infrared behind.
My very thoughts lingering,
most far behind.
Time's march freezes,
rolls retrograde.
Nuclei dance, atomically chattering,
Quarks trance.
And I'm there.
I know a lot of people hate on me
Yeah it's okay
I know I'm not the perfect person
I make mistakes too
Because I'm human too
But it's not right
I can't stop thinking about all the stuff that goes around
You've got me fuming
This hatred I keep consuming
Man I'm losing myself
Man the way that I feel
Man I'm about to reveal
I've got a temper so ill it'll find the power and will to rip right through solid steel
About to blow up
Like a military mine field
My mind feels
Rage filled and twisted
I'm going BALLISTIC.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
Promises game Amnesia clones
Dying in a crowd life alone
Laryngitis quiet a video phone
Painstakingly separated brokerage
Twin birth anxiety twerks
Like in a marriage For Better or For Worse
Beautiful ballistic
3/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020