Stroll

Pierce a lung, and I--
I skip a beat and breathe hot mortar smoke...

Glowing screws eat my chest,
And I...
I cough unleaded blood
But not so much as to cause a flood
Onto children in fenced homes...

The yards, discarded guards eating lard, charred!
Take a toke, it's no joke, just lift that yoke
Off!

The string, the twine,
The bruised smiles of swine,
What's yours, and what is mine:
Take from here what's left behind!

What is Left Behind-- the refuse,-- stranded kine
Bleat cries and eat insides:
No truthful soul ever hides...

Kissing the ghosts of what were your kisses,
Sniffing the scents I'd just as soon were you...
Holding the air, holding the air, holding the air...
Your curves in my grip, others protesting 'That's not fair!'

Please shove further
That sharp bit of oak--
And wish no worse death
Than peace.

She never shall return.

- Giovanni