Papa bear, no longer there?
Who are you? This can't be true.
Gone are you smiles, our distance is miles
Poor Vinnie wants peace, but you dance to the beast
Greed is you shame, wish we did not share a name
The dad I once loved, to be held to be hugged
Your motives are clear, but grandads still here
Much to your angst, oh just piss off to France!
Leave him to me, we'll be fine him and me
Long live the king, I won't let you win
Go off on your jaunt, but know this will haunt...
Lost your only flesh, now as for the rest
Don't know how you sleep at night, what you've done isn't right
But God is swift these days, you'll get karma for your ways
Julie too, crocodile tears are moot
You can both whistle, she's prickly as a thistle
Me and mine are just fine, going alone in our prime
It was a mistake
for me to bring Ben.
Eleven-year-old boys
and birds don’t go well
together.
I took two pairs
of binoculars
in the hopes that he
would bother to look
in a pair.
The sky was tumbling
it’s full gray clouds
in a frantic tussle
over our little wet
heads and peering eyes
that scoured the trees
for anything singing.
“There is no bid
fallout!” Ben complained
with his arms pulled
inside his tee shirt sleeves.
He looked cold
and cranky.
“Did you hear the goldfinch?”
“They all sound the same.
Can we go home now?
The same birds are in
our backyard.”
The rain dripped
unevenly off
the thousand petals
of a dogwood tree.
Is anyone other than me
seeing what I see
right now?
frivolous throughout green woods
mellow yellow in hideaway
gadabouts biding their time
fallout will be glorious
as the leaves mingle before wintering
For my entire life
I've always been on the brink
of annihilation.
A cold war child
a nuclear age child
petrified of being exposed
to the fallout, child
Under a wooden desk
covering porcelain neck
the unforgiving sirens.
Teachers yapping at us to keep our heads covered.
Seven years of age
stressed out by the alphabet
A thoroughly undiagnosed dyslexic
Darling, you left without giving me a single glance
It’s on me
I don’t blame anyone
My heart wouldn’t have resisted all the radiation
I still think about the possibility of our shining
If just we weren’t destined for decay…
brilliant flash eyes blind
split firmament nuclear blast
fire ball mushroom cloud
melting concrete acid rain
lucky ones ~ evaporate
RS-28 Sarmat = Satan II
Russian nuclear missile
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mushroom fog
walking steel shots echo
sweltering dream
He painted the wall
Crimson of hope underneath –
True Jason Pollock
30th June 2019
I was warm and toasty,
curled up, napping
in amniotic fluid,
without a worry
when suddenly
this metal thing
came into my room
poked around
and pulled me out.
The doctor stabbed me,
smashed my head,
cut off my arms and legs,
threw my pieces
in a bucket
with the others.
It's been a busy day
at the clinic.
At the closing hour,
a nurse dumped
the bucket
in a freezer sack,
took it out in the alley
and threw it in a bin.
In the morning
a private truck
took the sack to
the garbage dump.
The driver tossed it
on the highest pile,
launching flies,
at least a thousand.
Sitting up here now
I can tell you
I don't need arms or legs.
I can hear
the angels singing.
Donal Mahoney
Fear fallout
of a lout.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
The Fallout
For a brief moment, everything I needed was right in front of me
She was the embodiment of perfection
A stunning personality, a heart of gold, and absolutely gorgeous
I didn't expect to fall so hard so fast
I could feel myself glowing from within
A smile radiating from my face by the mere thought of her
They say when you find the one, you just know
And I knew it, there wasn't a doubt in my mind
And as quickly as it started, it all came crashing down
In an instant those feelings turned to disbelief
How could the bottom fallout on something so great?
Turns out there's more to her than I ever could've imagined
She wasn't ready and didn't want to get involved in something she couldn't give her all
Inside she was rebuilding herself, putting the pieces back together
Repairing the damage done by a savage monster
Maybe someday we can pick up where we left off
Until then, all I can do is try to be her friend and help piece together a fragile heart
Don't drag me into this fight
That your attitudes ignite
Every time you are together
Being apart would be better
So I'm not the middleman
Just on time you thin there can
Be a civil conversation
Without all the aggravation
That builds up with each time
Both your words get intertwined
Into one big fight and fuss
With each swear and angry cuss
Forming each line when you speak
This friendship is at the peak
Of destruction that will take
A friendship that used to make
Great joyful times and memories
Into a lost history
All because of foolish pride
Someone need to bend and try
To fix what is going wrong
And rebuild a solid strong
Friendship like you used to know
Please just let the anger flow
Out of both your broken hearts
So there wont be any shots
Of hatred around no more
There will be good times in store
As these issues are worked out
Without all the yells and shouts
I just want to see two friends
Working it out and soon begin
A new journey without hurt
And a friendship full of worth
my eyes open to the softly falling
tears bled from flesh-white skies,
my gaze rises up above the
guardians of the sun
and my eyes plunge back through
my throbbing skull.
whisky fallout-
only cockroaches of thought remain
squirming through hallow walls.
by grace of blood
my feet hold me up,
but what structure could bear this soul?
what blood keeps it alive
when spirits devastate the mould?
the angel of life softly whispers in my soul,
fettered to the downtrodden,
the angel of death silently distances the whole,
the murder of the first begotten.
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