| Soldier
of Misfortune
You are:
the tried and true Blue Angel in a puffy winter vest.
Seventeen year old soldier, born to a broken-glass mother
and fallen log father, honest face like your beery brother.
Brown eyed feline, long hair not chocolate but more
like dark ale, more like the color of the bud 40's you smash
out the open car window, curled up inside a sad song. In your
dark house, you pick up pieces, clean up counters, read to travel,
brew pots of coffee, smoke in intervals, ignore the dusty car shop
smell, the dismal disrepair. your face distorts for laughs downtown,
you draw pictures of freaks, laugh hard and silent at the slightest
provocation, see life's poetry. You laugh but are
the strongest fighter, a wild free-spirit teenage soldier, marked
by countless battle scars. Grim with recalling
childhood's war, you keep on keeping on. |
