duck and stay low
don’t let the enemy get a bead on you
watch out for freshly dug earth
watch your buddy’s six
eyes and ears open
one misstep and you’re a goner
don’t bunch up
Sgt Johnson barks orders
as his foot steps on an IED
FOR STEVE
Lonelier than lonely, the walls cry out to I.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to reply.
Feelings bunch up to crouch inside my throat.
I want to let them loose, put them afloat.
Not upon mountain peaks or in valleys low
would my heartbreak know a dauntless echo.
Sweet cascading, scarlet dark, bold wine,
please, relieve this crimson space that is mine.
My sad flesh feels emotional winds blow,
reminding my heart of all I just let go.
Melt me away, wine – let your fragrant taste
erase all my fears and mellow me to waste.
Palest shades on top
White lilacs above violets
Softens bouquet's look
[based on reading tips for the floral design called
"A Sense of Colour" pg. 142-143 in "BUNCH UP!:
A Step-by-step Guide for Budding Florists"
by Irene Cuzzaniti]
A funny thing happened on the way downstairs
Damn steps thought it funny to bunch up in pairs
Well that's how it seemed
A big gap in between
They're out to get me, it ain't funny I declare
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